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    Quote Originally Posted by Westsidex View Post
    sounds like your birth.

    Westside.
    You were there?

    Daddy?

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    Quote Originally Posted by bettercallsaul View Post
    You were there?

    Daddy?
    No im not your father. If I was you would be taller, more robust , brighter, happier, more witty, more intellectual and of course have a deep rooted hatred for poetry , people who say good morning and any sport with a ball.

    Westside.

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    Quote Originally Posted by Westsidex View Post
    No im not your father. If I was you would be taller, more robust , brighter, happier, more witty, more intellectual and of course have a deep rooted hatred for poetry , people who say good morning and any sport with a ball.

    Westside.
    Morning west
    look out side your window
    summer is out there
    now i am off to find a field full off daisy's to run through

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    Quote Originally Posted by tom sand View Post
    Morning west
    look out side your window
    summer is out there
    now i am off to find a field full off daisy's to run through
    A field full of landmines would be a bit more like it Sir Thomas.

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    Quote Originally Posted by Westsidex View Post
    A field full of landmines would be a bit more like it Sir Thomas.

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    ha ha ha
    landmines
    you sillybilly
    i would be dead then

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    Quote Originally Posted by Westsidex View Post
    No im not your father. If I was you would be taller, more robust , brighter, happier, more witty, more intellectual and of course have a deep rooted hatred for poetry , people who say good morning and any sport with a ball.

    Westside.
    So I would take after my mom then?

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    Quote Originally Posted by Westsidex View Post
    give me a long sandy beach at nightfall anyday.
    Is that a cocktail?

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    Quote Originally Posted by tom sand View Post
    i would be dead then
    err eh thats the whole point.

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    Quote Originally Posted by bettercallsaul View Post
    So I would take after my mom then?
    we all have hope.

    Westside.

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    I wrote many poems many moons ago

    But one particular story about a poem still gives me the giggles. I was secretely admiring a guy but decided I'll stay put. However the emotion took hold of me at some stage, I wrote a poem how he's so proud, calm and secure and I'm totally his oposite that's why I would never reveal myself. Never signed the piece of paper and in the evening (while at a big house party where he was actually hitting on me and I was playing it cool), I asked a girl there which one is his jacket. She shown me one jacket and I placed the piece of paper with the poem inside his pocket. I was shocked to see when we were leaving that another guy was the owner of that jacket Poor guy looked so confused when checking his pockets, he's probably still wondering who the hell made him that poem

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