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Friday, January 05, 2007cuppycake blogged at:8:06 AM Something About Me
A Peck of Gold Dust always blowing about the town, Except when sea-fog laid it down, And I was one of the children told Some of the blowing dust was gold. All the dust the wind blew high Appeared like gold in the sunset sky, But I was one of the children told Some of the dust was really gold. Such was life in the Golden Gate: Gold dusted all we drank and ate, And I was one of the children told, 'We all must eat our peck of gold'. By Robert Frost ![]() ![]() |
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Haz or Haze. An ordinary individual born in 1973. As for relationshipwise, no comment. Mould and motivate the young into morally civic minded beings. Music,nature, poetry and movies are the indulgences. Blue and turqoise are the craze. Currently more active at multiply.com The views here are of my OWN PREROGATIVE and not intended towards anyone. Please leave this humble blog if it piqued or offend your own views.Thank you. DARE TO BE DIFFERENT!
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