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So Wrong

a phone call that ruined my day taylor has passed away not a close friend but she sure could dress not jealous but i envied just alittle at the funeral she didnt look her best she should not have messed aroung with mr riddle he was fine but his pants were on fire ladies you know what i mean as the funeral continued he walked in late all i did was giggle the whole time i just thought about her fit 32,35,40 just my size i want that dress she said she hate it was so tight a shake turned to a wiggle so wrong shes gone and im thinkin of how i can get my hands on that dress so wrong oh well

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Date: 9/21/2010 4:55:00 PM
that is cold....LOL
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Date: 9/21/2010 4:50:00 PM
Very nicely written the form of burlesque. enjoyed it, Michelle
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Date: 9/21/2010 4:33:00 PM
Luv your creative write tonight... never read a poem in this form before ..unique.. Michelle..enjoyed..with luv..
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