We were on our way to BYU. President Ford had been dead for who knows how long.
Alright how's that for the first line of my poem? The problem is...I don't know what to say next.
I'm listening to "Everytime We Touch" by Cascada right now (which, by the way, they did NOT play at that stake dance. Lame). I'm not listening to the candlelight version, or whatever. The real one is "now playing" on my iPod. I'm even thinking of doing the stick dance. Wow tonight was so much fun!
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You're next line should be,"uniformly mixed joints," I don't know what that is but I woke up in the middle of the night last night and that came into my head. You should definitely stick it in your poem. Wait what's the stick dance?
It was amazing. I'm so excited for us to do it again! Or something similar...hehe. I'm doing the wispt exit...ok, not really, just pretending.
I mean wispy exit. You know, that weird...thing...yeah
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