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Her eyes sing

Her face is a concert of quiet drama; her gaze, a soulful chorus. Her eyes sing of a soft, contented joy.

The corners of her lips erupt into a warm melody. Her head tilts gently in harmony with the moment.

The movement crescendos as she leans forward; her voice begins dancing with the cadence: “What are you thinking?”

I smile, because she already knows.

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Amy commented at 10:01 PM on April 28, 2003:

eeeeeeee!!

Susan commented at 10:33 PM on April 28, 2003:

*smiles*

I'll still keep asking, if you don't mind...

anon e. mouse commented at 11:36 PM on April 28, 2003:

OMG! OMG! You totally wrote that about me first! I can't believe this! You said I was the only one! OMG! OMG! Don't listen to him, girl! He's a stone cold dog! OMG! OMG! He's a cold hearted snake! OMG! OMG! Look into his eyes! Oh oh! He's been telling lies! OMG! OMG!

Nobody commented at 12:25 AM on April 29, 2003:

"eeeeeeee!!"

You have a way with word, there. ;p

"I'll still keep asking, if you don't mind..."

I don't mind, as long as you don't mind the same answer. :]

"OMG! OMG! You totally wrote that about me first!"

Ghey! :P

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