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Post by crazy on May 5, 2004 23:31:59 GMT -5
The canary yellow envelope at mail call aroused the other seminarians, “What’s the occasion?” “Ya got me,” I lied and peeked in at two Mallards landing on a Blessed Virgin blue pond with a largemouth bass leaping to greet them under the swirling script in the sky— Happy Birthday To A Wonderful Son— the only reminder that tomorrow, just another day in the sem, was my birthday, the seventh since any celebration with Mom and Sarah, my sister, the seventh away from Winthrop Street in Detroit, half a continent west, my third birthday with my new family the Congregation of the Holy Ghost whom I adopted with vows of poverty, chastity, obedience a family but no gifts, not even a handkerchief, no three-layer cake lathered with angel-white icing, lipstick-red roses, first slice for the birthday boy, no candles, family, friends to sing Happy Birthday to You
----i didn't write this i found it online and liked it.
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Post by J$crILLa on May 6, 2004 1:24:09 GMT -5
that was cool
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Post by B~nice on May 6, 2004 20:36:21 GMT -5
yeah man i gotta give it up
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