February 2011
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A Plague On Both Your Commercial Properties
Young hearts do flutter unscarred, without wound. Quick to fall in love, but out of love too soon. Fickle minds, swaying passion,gusting winds forever changing.They see not with their eyes, think not where logic lies,trust only in their whim, all senses thus forsaken. This blinding love, blind by light, finds refuge in the dark. But were Cupid blind of sight how then would he find his mark? Love...
