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Wednesday, November 1, 2006


Upon the ever going feilds
I clasp in hand my stave
Upon the day I met you,
My heart I surely gave
When the day I say
"Till death do us part"
I'll take those words to my grave
The feeling of nervousness and fear are gone
upon,
When I gaze into your eyes
You are the delicate Rose,
without the thorns you bear
The warmth of you is near.
And surely I look forward to spending my life with you
With the memories I spun
I return them as dew
To you, I wish I knew ...
This poem,
I made for you.

-Death Fox

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