"One night as I did wonder, When corn begins to shoot, I sat me down to ponder Upon an auld tree root: Auld Ayr ran by before me, And bicker'd to the seas; A cushat crooded over me, That ehoed through the trees."
no idea if you want to hear from me at all, but here goes. how have you been? what are you up to? still living in flint? still hate me? ok well its late and i got to get to bed. give me a call some time the # is in my AIM away message(almost allways up).
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