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Sound Prints In the Sand

The hue of streets; cousins of chalkboards; the distinct voice of transition; of forbidden love sipped through straws of anticipation; swallowing decadent tribulations to nourish picturesque gardens and English dreams; the line between appreciation and alienation Happens to be the blemish of today's death; headline hopscotch founding father of premeditation Sound prints in the sand By Glenn McCrary © 2012 Glenn McCrary (All rights reserved)

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Date: 1/29/2012 8:08:00 PM
This hopscotch rocks like flipflops on mountain tops. Keep pumpin' the pieces!~JSLam
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Glenn Mccrary
Date: 1/31/2012 11:54:00 PM
Thank you JSlam :)
Date: 1/29/2012 5:33:00 AM
Thank you Glenn for written it.oxox Anne-Lise
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Glenn Mccrary
Date: 1/31/2012 11:54:00 PM
Thank you Anneliese. xo :)

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