They know the type:
Eyes aglow, honey coated words flow
From lips intimate with many a neck's quiver
Promise givers and breakers
Shining like the sun,
Spotted from miles away
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We were all strangers in the good old days.
Mission Statement: There are no rules
Sometimes I feel something so strongly that I need to jot it down.
That's what this place is for.
You are welcome to participate.
That's what this place is for.
You are welcome to participate.
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