tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-347998722012-02-16T15:05:30.387-08:00live life love liferbmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04172073487250585971noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34799872.post-32805646637173934642011-04-21T03:25:00.000-07:002011-04-21T03:25:11.076-07:002011-04-21T03:25:11.076-07:00rbmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04172073487250585971noreply@blogger.com0I DO.....I DO
Those magic words that are uttered either in haste, when you are completely handicapped by love or after months of brooding and thinking to the one introduced by your parents. Year after year that day is marked on your calendar as the day of sheer bliss or the day of the greatest mistake. In general terms it is know as Anniversary. Couples have invented the Day We Met Anniversary,
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