Remember when I was eleven
I met you at my mother's marriage
every day thereafter
your beauty dazed me
We went to a rural school
rode the same yellow school bus
I tried to get the seat next to you
for the whole year
Remember on the week-ends
our families worked in the fields
you and I romped in the hay
threw hardened cow pies in the winter
Then we turned twelve
my favourite subject became biology
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Remember when we were sixteen
we starred in the class play
I wanted to steal a kiss
but was afraid
When we were eighteen
I asked you to be my date for graduation
but you were already taken
Now I'm twenty-seven
still thinking of when we were eleven
at my mother's marriage
wondering
if we could have become
kissin' cousins*
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Gregg
Good luck in the contest this is beautiful
but we still remained friends until he died~Love to you~Joan
Sorry tried to empty it earlier and it wouldn't let me...go figure that one out...as for American Idol, tell Simon to get the tampax out of his butt and be nice for a change and Paula-wants-a-cracker he new hair style sucks...I prefer the French show with much more class called Star Academié. The premise is too much to write here so I will e-mail you about it. You still don't beleive that walls can't talk, look closely in the mirror and you will see someone standing there in a white dress...that was my eavesdropper I was speaking of.
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