My heart has asked me to move my shot,
I bent it to lay my thought on to the desk of authority.
My instinct says the answer will be presentation.
I hope, I have not let my goal fail.
I have asked to wait for procedures, and now I am going to make my
worth mysterious.
Regard,
Tuli.
Saturday, December 12, 2009
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