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Uh..I play with sticks and string, I play with a torch and melt glass, I make my own beer, I like to dress up in funny clothes.

I also suck at filling out these things.


 I might not be the most beautiful, or the sexiest, nor do I have the perfect body. I might not be first choice,but I'm a great choice. I don't pretend to be someone I'm not because I'm  too good at being me. I might not be proud of some of the things I've  done in the past but I'm proud of who I am today. Take me as I am,or watch me as I walk away.

White Rose
by Walter Poe
In the storm
Stands the white rose
tumultuous waves
of destruction abound her

Yet tall is the white rose
strong in the face
Of the sensed doom around her
And she does not bow down

Pure is the white rose
In the compost earth
growing eternal strength
in the nights that so hurt

I see not the white rose
She is so far away
But I long to protect her
But only the words can I say

So I send her my words
And my poets heart
To help her when
there is hope to see her through

Be Strong little flower
Your heart will guide true
And as long as you want
I will always talk to you