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Cracked it. Woo. My turn next :P
Love you xXx

O omj nsr a iwzzon. O omj mxai. ._.

hmm you got it :P Your turn then muffin xXx

Ok this one should teach you how to play fair...

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The key is Aivey (aren't I kind giving you that ) and yes there is a hint here somewhere too good luck xXx

LOL Ives, is this REALLY what you do when I don't leave you any cryptos to crack. Do your schoolwork, its important. Thank you though

I thought you might enjoy this:
Ode to My Socks
-Pablo Neruda

Mara Mori brought me
a pair of socks
which she knitted herself
with her sheepherder’s hands,
two socks as soft as rabbits.
I slipped my feet into them
as if they were two cases
knitted with threads of twilight and goatskin,
Violent socks,
my feet were two fish made of wool,
two long sharks
sea blue, shot through
by one golden thread,
two immense blackbirds,
two cannons,
my feet were honored in this way
by these heavenly socks.
They were so handsome for the first time
my feet seemed to me unacceptable
like two decrepit firemen,
firemen unworthy of that woven fire,
of those glowing socks.

Nevertheless, I resisted the sharp temptation
to save them somewhere as schoolboys
keep fireflies,
as learned men collect
sacred texts,
I resisted the mad impulse to put them
in a golden cage and each day give them
birdseed and pieces of pink melon.
Like explorers in the jungle
who hand over the very rare green deer
to the spit and eat it with remorse,
I stretched out my feet and pulled on
the magnificent socks and then my shoes.

The moral of my ode is this:
beauty is twice beauty
and what is good is doubly good
when it is a matter of two socks
made of wool in winter.

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