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Happy birthday to me.

Yay.

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paxford
Aug. 26th, 2003 06:41 am (UTC)
Hippo..
Birdy Two Ewes!

Hippo Birdy two Ewes!

Hippo Birdy Deer AJ!

Hippo Birdy Two Ewes

:-p
skeelig
Aug. 26th, 2003 06:43 am (UTC)
Re: Hippo..
Darn you! I was gonna say the same exact thing :P Hehehe...

Happy birthday nonetheless!!! :D
halloranelder
Aug. 26th, 2003 06:54 am (UTC)
Re: Hippo..
If I said I had weird friends, would you believe me?

Thanks for the good wishes.
mijbril
Aug. 26th, 2003 07:22 am (UTC)
Re: Hippo..
You could tell me the sun was going to rise in the west & I'd beleive you.

Hope your birthday was a good one :)
halloranelder
Aug. 26th, 2003 07:41 am (UTC)
Re: Hippo..
Umm, I'm not sure how to take that. I actually feel rather honoured by your comment.

Thanks you, very much.
paradigmshifty
Aug. 26th, 2003 02:43 pm (UTC)
Birthday party for this reprobate - Saturday 30th, 2pm.

Contact nakedteddybears for details and location.
omegamorningsta
Aug. 26th, 2003 08:09 pm (UTC)
Happy Happy day.. tell us where the parti is so we can throw cute bois at ya...
greenglowgrrl
Aug. 28th, 2003 05:38 am (UTC)
Can't see you Saturday because of rehearsals, but I will have something SPECIAL for you Thursday night. Actually, I haven't given my ex his birthday present yet, so if you beat him to the enjo demo, you can pick the present you like better. If you remember the fridge magnets I used to buy him you'll know what you collect in common.
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Desert Rose

I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

I dream of fire
Those dreams are tied to a horse that will never tire
And in the flames
Her shadows play in the shape of a man's desire

This desert rose
Each of her veils, a secret promise
This desert flower
No sweet perfume ever tortured me more than this

And as she turns
This way she moves in the logic of all my dreams
This fire burns
I realize that nothing's as it seems

I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

I dream of rain
I lift my gaze to empty skies above
I close my eyes
This rare perfume is the sweet intoxication of her love

I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

Sweet desert rose
Each of her veils, a secret promise
This desert flower
No sweet perfume ever tortured me more than this

Sweet desert rose
This memory of Eden haunts us all
This desert flower
This rare perfume, is the sweet intoxication of the fall

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