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Thank you =)

Every so often, I still go on my blog, and write a poem. It reminds me of the great times we had, whether it was online, or at your house, or at some party, and it makes me smile. So here I go, my first poem of 2010, I dedicate to you two =).

I looked into the history books,
and there lay the story,
of my sleeping beauty, and little miss sunshine,
in the world's greatest country.

They ventured into the unknown,
a few years ago,
and grew fond of the beauty,
the place had to offer.

I still remember looking up,
at the bowling score screen,
Struggling to figure out,
is that Alex? Or is it Ashley?

Who would of known,
my sleeping beauty,
snored just a little bit,

Who would of known,
my little miss sunshine,
was a straight up clutz,

In good fun,
Something beautiful had come,
I had two best friends,
Who I loved, quite a ton.

And it went by, all so fast,
in only a few months,
I hugged my wingman luigi goodbye,
But I promised myself,

No matter what happens,
Where we went,
in our separate paths,
I would never forget.

I would never forget my friends,
I would never forget my twins,
I would never,
Because las quiero, forever.

You two taught me how to forgive,
To find the humble and sweet,
the good and the beautiful,
In every human being.

That is something few can do,
As you two are something else,

You can see the beauty,
when people see what's wrong,

You can learn to forgive,
when others would punish,

You can change the world,
when others pray for miracles,

You have changed my world,
and for that, I am grateful.

The words escape my tongue,
As my heart pumps in happiness,
All I can say to you is thank you,
For being there many a time,
Where I needed a hand,

Thank you,
For without you two,
I'd have two friends less,

Without you two,
i'd be a complete mess.

Las quiero mucho,
qk.

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