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I hate French. The way the letters roll. And the purring of the sounds, As they touch my ears. How there is a word, For things that cannot be explained. My feelings put in words, I cannot comprehend.                                                                             Staring, Blankly at this new meaning, Of this new emotion. Feeling more vague, And slightly confused, As the purity of it, Suddenly feels lost,                                   missing, In stupid French.
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Oct 24, 2012
Oct 24, 2012 at 8:54 PM UTC
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I hate French. The way the letters roll. And the purring of the sounds, As they touch my ears. How there is a word, For things that cannot be explained. My feelings put in words, I cannot comprehend.                                                                             Staring, Blankly at this new meaning, Of this new emotion. Feeling more vague, And slightly confused, As the purity of it, Suddenly feels lost,                                   missing, In stupid French.
24.Oct.2012
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Oct 24, 2012
Oct 24, 2012 at 8:54 PM UTC
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