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theZEBRA Lick Those Stripes! I Be Gallopin' After Ye The Herd Zebra Poo Black Stripes, White Stripes Songs of the Plains
Family Court One would be in less danger From the wiles of a stranger If one's own kin and kith Were more fun to be with. Ogden Nash | Daddy Saturday. 5.28.05 1:47 am Where did they go? The       Sunday morning cuddles       midnight car rides       stand-on-your-feet dances       you-and-me camping trips on the beach       tennis games that you let me win       Scrabble games that you didn’t       smiles that were just for me       secrets that were just for the both of us. You say that you’re getting old, and it’s true But why are you growing old on the inside too? Categories: Zebraling Days [t], Family Matters [t] 1 Comments. Really James... i honestly hate this poem. It makes me feel... nervous, scared, overwhelmed. It reminds me of the passing of time and that things never stay the same no matter how good they are. But what I hate the most about this poem is the fact that it was written by you; someone I know. And I hate that a real person can make me feel the way you have... » CONDESCENDme on 2005-09-04 08:55:49
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