<font color=steelblue>pillow</font>

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By <b><h><font face=tahoma color=steelblue>ill haven</font></h></b>

This is the day I knew would come And I always knew I'd rue it It seems the pillow always listens When you scream into it A helping hand is well-deserved And asked for when denial Comes creeping up behind the one Who gave it a fair trial

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September 28, 2005 21:43Finding Myself♥♥

i like this. yeh, pillows always help when there's no one else for you to talk to.really good.

October 2, 2005 05:40jeanimoo

This is really good!
Keep writing!!