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Beautiful...forever

I cannot promise you that I will be the best thing that will happen to you. Life is not a never ending circus, it has its ups and downs. And between the shows, I have heard that there is much hard work. When the curtains go up, i will be your favorite clown, dancing around you and trying to make you laugh.  And when the lights are down, I will be there to tend to your swollen feets, massage your shoulders and wash away your makeup. I will make your bed and hush you to sleep. And I will always find you beautiful.

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  1. I RomanticizeAugust 18, 2013 at 9:17 PM

    Aww, so cute :-).

    That IS the best thing that could happen to someone :-)

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    1. RajeshAugust 24, 2013 at 8:55 PM

      Thank you for the visit. Glad that you liked it

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  2. Jerral MilesAugust 22, 2013 at 7:15 PM

    Who could resist such an offer!

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  3. AnonymousAugust 29, 2013 at 10:51 PM

    very beautiful thought

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