LEO JULY 23 — AUG 22
When the sun shines these days, Leo, it shines for thee. You hear those distant, fun-and-punchy handclaps? They clap, my friend, for thee. That wondrous scent of cookies? They bake for thee. So I wouldn’t blame you if there was a little extra hippity-hop in your step: you are the prince(ss) of the sidewalk, the president of anywhere you are. You rule, dude.
in http://www.thelmagazine.com/6/14/horoscope/laps.cfm?ctype=1
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ahahahahahahahahaha! Ai q n posso....
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