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Monday, January 29, 2007
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Baby Jacob
Jacob PoemsHearts
That I Take
- Once I loved someone, so I made home-made hearts to send him via email each day. He secretly liked them, while pretending not to realize that it meant I loved him. Then I quit being "in love", and quit sending the hearts, altho I kept taking pictures - now in memory of Jacob.
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Secret Lover
- Eleven months out of the year, I spend Sundays watching NASCAR. I like Dale Jr., and Jimmie Johnson. It's not a well-known secret, but I love Jeff Gordon.
Bugs
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