16.9.11

Love Letters

Dear September,
You make me cold. 

Dear Senior Year,
You make me smarter.

Dear Two Jobs,
you make me tired.

Dear Sarah,
You make me tough and buff.














Dear Mom,
You make me breathe and sometimes you make me drunk.













Dear Travis,
You seem much taller lately.













Dear Jordan,
I appreciate that you always take time to hydrate. 
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1 comment:

  1. AnonymousSeptember 20, 2011 at 3:43 AM

    Dear Jordan,

    You make me smile. You make me laugh. You make me think, but most of all you make me proud. I love you, Mom.

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