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Coral Lillie

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joined on 04/27/06
last updated 02/26/07
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My Free Text

SINGING, guitar, djembe, marimba, laughing, walking barefoot in the rain, sun and mud, being on Hornby (little trib), being with Friends, summertime, and diving off rocks, and BIG jams.

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Gender
Female
Location
about me
I live in Victoria, but my real home is Hornby Island.
I am inlove with my friends and pretty much anyone that is a genuine person.
I really enjoy dancing all night and also dancing in the rain...but I dont really like when it rains.
One day I am going to run away to a hot place and never come back.
:):)
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My Blog

It is most assured that I will shine
With all that I am made of
I have seen it in the skies and on the ground
in the faces of strangers and those that I've loved
I am going to shine as long as you're within thought and imagination

I will be a light unlike anything natural
I will use my light to find you
to shine alongside of you
showing myself and yourself
shining to know what it is we're made of

I am not alone in this world
many voices have reached out to me in dreams
through... read more
Wed, February 7, 2007 - 8:57 PM permalink - 1 comment
 
I like you the way I like wonton packed full of shrimp
Like too much syrup on my pancakes (and in my beard)
Like Mr. Furly enjoyed eavesdropping through kitchen doors
Like blue whales like to say, "Hrrrreeeeeewhuuuuuuhhhwwoooaaauuuhh."

I like you a whole bunch of a lot
You're a pocket full of awesome

I like you not unlike Aaron Neville likes his mole
Like Texans like Texas
Like fat kids like cake
Like two likes three and four likes six (five has issues)
Like tuna sandwiches like... read more
Wed, February 7, 2007 - 8:56 PM permalink - 0 comments
 
Bit by bit every day and all I could say is if I could write you some way out of this, but my gift is useless and you said “no, write me a poem to make me happy”. So I wrote. Move pen, move. Write me a bedroom where cures make love to our cancers. But my mother just motions to a bottle full of answers and says “help me go” and now I know something about how a piano feels when it looks at the fireplace to see sheet music being used as kindling. Smoke surrounds the end of a song that I thought ... read more
Fri, January 19, 2007 - 9:57 PM permalink - 4 comments
 
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