THE SOUL selects her own society, Then shuts the door; On her divine majority Obtrude no more. Unmoved, she notes the chariot’s pausing At her low gate; Unmoved, an emperor is kneeling Upon her mat. I ’ve known her from an ample nation Choose one; Then close the valves of her attention Like stone. Emily Dickinson
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SARAHHHHHHHHH.......i can see so well...:P:Plolz... haha u dude u gotta send me da original files i need those..n u better send dem..laterz but yea...tadaa..
lolz.. k hun.. so by tht i figure u like em'??
Lolz.. send em to u as soon as possible..
L8r...
lolz.. yea hun.. Gail was also in this prom.....hehehe... it was FUN!!!
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