Count d fish in

Count d fish in
Count d fish in d ocean, those r d days`ill care 4 u.`Count the stars`n d sky,`thats how often`ill think of u.`Count on forever,`that's d time ill b there 4 ü
  

Jan, 18 2012     158 chars (1 sms)     1373 views       Love

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