12:21 p.m. -- -the sight of sorrow
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11/10/1995 it looks into my window not knowing what to expect findind it ajar makes its silver rays in the dark room. expecting to fill the place with its light astonished by the sight creeps back into its place with a frown on its face oh what a doom. Samanthabook funny faces the corridor of poetry bookshelf stories 'n stuff cast |