Avril, I love you.
Avril, I love you.
Thankyou so much for being such an inspiration to me. I am a really big fan of yours and hope to have the chance to meet you some day. You are my idol.
~Tiana
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lol Mike's message is simple and sweet.
Avril, thank you for everything.
Keep rockin'!
hey avril u rox really u r da bst eva luv ya nd gd luck
ur big faaan nada frm egypt w all luv ya
Thought I would say a little hello to you AV, Hope you have a great week!
Your friend, Matt
Hey Avril!!
you are the best!!!!
you rock!
-Cher
xxx
Avril Rocks!!!!!
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Heya Avril..
Just wanted 2 write that you are absolutely amazing.. you are the best and im 100% sure of that.. oh yer and when you sang Fuel- Metallica.. you were AWESOME .. thanks for all the good music you have done
i am a huge fan of you avril..
Love yooou so much [x][x][x][x][x] <3<3<3<3<3
I LOVE YOU AVRIL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
-Cher
xxx
Avril Rocks!!!!!
hey avril
you are like totally aweosme
and even when i was in the hospital dieing i still listened to you....i hope u and derek have a good marriage....and i was wondering once your done the whole honeymoon thing can you have a concert in sudbury?id rly like to go to one......
well g2g bye
love ur biggest fan
nikki
Nobodys perfect............I guess I'm Nobody
Avril ur the best smusican i ever knew and i love and always will
Hi.
Where the Sidewalk EndsAnd before the street begins,
by Shel Silverstein
There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.
Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.
Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
The place where the sidewalk ends.
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