I can't remember her name. Rebecca I think. We used to play monkeys in the rhododendron bushes at the edge of the big playground. She was lovely. We were 5.
C'mon, tell us about your first love
(, Thu 20 Oct 2005, 10:31)
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Ah those young days, eh? There was a poem that reminds me of those times:
We were meant to be together
My perfect love, eternal flame
The only way it could get better
Is if I had the guts to ask your name.
Damn childish shyness!
(, Thu 20 Oct 2005, 22:55, Reply)
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