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Wallflower (Repost)

On the edge she sits, a frail nonentity; neither bloom nor spirit, nor secure identity, as forlorn and shy she trembles, a man asks her to dance, she must decline. She struggles with an careworn heart, out of control, O what a dreadful toll! how shall she reform her hapless pose so that, carefree, she may blossom like a rose?

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Date: 5/13/2009 10:46:00 AM
Hopefully she overcomes her shyness and finds herself so she can blossom. God Bless Phyl
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Date: 5/13/2009 6:16:00 AM
Makes me feel sorry for this poor girl....I hope some nice fellow comes along to ask her for a dance!!
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