beauty

I am beautiful as the sea, as beautiful as can be
I am as beautiful as can be as beautiful as the sea because I believe I am it doesn't if you, or you, or you believe me or believe that I am all that matters is I believe that I am as beautiful as can be or as beautiful as the sea and that's all that matters to me.

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a Kiss

A kiss can be described in a thousand words
A kiss is a thousand words but I'm goin to describe it in just a few.

To me a kiss is the most important thing that you and girlfriend or your boyfriend or your husband or your wife can do to show your true feelings about each other
Wheather it's to show how much you love each other and want to make things work.
Every kiss the last kiss: the one defining vast kiss
But once we know it isn't so, Each kiss is the best kiss: a deeper-than-the-rest-kiss, until our needs or pleasures greed impels us to the next kiss

A
KISS

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wondering

I wonder I wonder
I wonder all day long
I wonder what you are doing today
I wonder what your wondering
I wonder, I wonder

What do you wonder?
Do you wonder what I'm doing today?
Do you wonder what I'm wondering?
you wonder, you wonder

What does she wonder?
Does she wonder weather her shoes are right?
Does she wonder weather her hair is right?
Does she wonder weather her brother and sister's are right
She wonders, she wonders

What does he wonder?
Does he wonder weather his shoes are right?
Does he wonder weather his haircut is right?

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angry

' why are you so angry, ' the girl with the red hair asked me.
'why are YOU so angry, girl with the red hair'
'That's not important were here to talk about you.'
'Could you quit calling me that? '
'NO'
'I wasn't asking'
'But I was telling ya, girl with the red hair'
'lets get back to your anger'
'But i thought we were talking about your anger, so what makes you angry, ms'
'what makes you.angry, girl with the red hair? '
'you calling me that name what name, Girl with the red hair? '
'yes'
'why does it make you angry, girl with the red hair? '
'because all my life people have picked on me because of my RED HAIR.'
'O, well sorry to hear that'
'yeah'
'Well now that we atlked about your anger lets talk about mine...'

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