Oh, sweet Julie fair
with brown eyes and brown hair
Has a love that she longs to see
Each week she makes sure,
with a heart that's quite pure,
To find time for with them to be
for her joy to flower
On her face, a fine filigree
And when the time's up
it is awfully abrupt
And she knows she wants not to be free
For each night when she dreams
Each picture gleams
With what her life someday may be
And when she wakes to the day
the dreams prompts her to say:
"I love you, Grey's Anatomy."
Love you, Julie!
I hope everyone enjoys their next week! See you after break, world!
:)
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For Emily Et Ses Pieds
It's rainy, she said,
and the wind blows as if only to chill me,
and yet I have no yarn for knitting.
The seasons have turned
and her wardrobe is pained
to keep her warm and chipper.
To Rogan's, my friend!
For closed-toe shoes
and thick-soled moccasins!
And soon she will be shod
in wool stockings.
Love, Julia
Waite...why does Julia get a pic of McSteamy and i get....an americanaed iguanna????!!!????
-Shanna
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