The Stars...
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En cours d'écriture<5 mins
Dernière publication ven., janv. 1, 2016
this is my 2nd story/poem 'bout my Uncle Doug. i "got" the idea from a song. it is called,
"Tonight" by: FM Static...
i love and miss you... 'I can just look up and know the stars are holding you, Tonight.'
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