It was one of those boring summer nights. I was supposed to be grounded, but talked my way out of it. My best friend and I stopped at another friend's house.
http://www.romancey.com/He_called_me_the_next_night.html ........................ Love Poems Wrinkled hands, trembling and spotted with age, Hold letters yellowed and fragile, brittle and torn. Fingers touch the memories found on each page Of the man who wrote the words now so worn. http://www.poemspoetryquotes.com/2008/03/love-poems.html --~--~---------~--~----~------------~-------~--~----~ You received this message because you are subscribed to the Google Groups "superuj english stories" group. To post to this group, send email to [email protected] To unsubscribe from this group, send email to [EMAIL PROTECTED] For more options, visit this group at http://groups.google.com/group/superuj?hl=en -~----------~----~----~----~------~----~------~--~---
