I used to Dream, Boy George would marry me.
I was only eleven or twelve, so I could not
see. Why this couldn't come to be. I used to
cry, thinking I would die. He's such a kind,
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I'm glad you were the one who scored he makes bad coffee and always snored! Now, do you really want to hurt me? In the church of the poison...? what was it? Loved HIM 2!
Thank You! ! ! Noah, Very Much For Your Kind Reply! ! ! ! ! I Look Forward To Reading More Of Your Wonderful Poetry Soon! ! ! ! ! Karma Chameleon,1st 1You said & Tumble 4Ya, Etc... Thank You Again! ! ! ! ! Many Blessings! ! ! ! ! Many Smiles! ! ! ! ! Still Think He's Awesome! ! ! ! ! Though don't know his newest..
This journey from fantasy to reality is good because all young people can dream again. The wedding