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So Mark clutches straw, better we pray to God
let's get Cliff Richard to sing alleluia more often
and Thresa May's Husband can call on Edward Heath
Jay Leno can do interviews and Ricky Gervais can make jokes
and Matt Dillon can help with the service
now there are loads more we could invite
but some one says there are millions men out there
perhaps these few would do for now
so please call them up
So we can all have strawberries and drink gin and tonic
through a long straw
I hope you fall in love with me often
That I take your breath away every time you make my heart skip a beat
Maybe in time life with divulge it's sweetest secrets
Maybe then I'll know why you wound up in mine
I can't wrap my head around this concept
Try though I might, I'll never truly understand
Just what it is I have here
How you make my face hurt though my soul is the one smiling
How you leave me dumbfounded with just a subtle look
How despite the tides that shift you guide me shining brightly
You are undoubtedly the strings that lift me up and the anchor that holds me down
Keeping me at peace with just the sound of your voice
My biggest fan, my best friend, and everything else in between
It's truly a pleasure to be yours


Love Gabe
e-cigs and i-phones
every teen's downfall:
prefixes.
(Finally)

The eyes of the wolf are tired
the end of the mist grows near
The call of the crow grows faint
but the vision of my soul grows clear

To all my brothers, I raise my hand
from all the world and not just blood
To all the ones who have been there
And has pulled me from the dark cold mud

I finally made it to the crossroads
my last decision on my own
All my fears they feed the fire
But I have to do this all alone

My love for life does grow strong
but we do not get another chance
Refusing to believe this is my final song
not quite ready for the last dance
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