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Edited by
Arizona peter's
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Sun 08/19/18 01:28 PM
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True love is written in the heart. And when ever u look up the sky u see it flying so beautiful.
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Very true. My loves have flown away.
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Is that what's flying above?
I thought it was birds taking aim. Love takes mutual effort |
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Very true. My loves have flown away. Sorry to hear that. It happened to me once. That's all it took... |
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so it is true .. love is in the air
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oh blondey, now I will be singing this song all day...
Love is in the air, everywhere I look around Love is in the air, every sight and every sound And I don't know if I'm being foolish Don't know if I'm being wise But it's something that I must believe in And it's there when I look in your eyes Love is in the air - -John Paul Young |
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oh blondey, now I will be singing this song all day... Love is in the air, everywhere I look around Love is in the air, every sight and every sound And I don't know if I'm being foolish Don't know if I'm being wise But it's something that I must believe in And it's there when I look in your eyes Love is in the air - -John Paul Young I love this song... Thanks rosie, I kind of like the idea of this song being stuck in my head... I'll be less like to chop a few off that way jk |
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Edited by
Toodygirl5
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Sun 08/19/18 03:19 PM
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Hopefully the Love is in Both hearts !
Takes two to make a couple ! |
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True love is written in the heart.
Uh oh. My uncle had a pig heart transplant and plastic valves installed. Is that why my aunt cheated on him? The doctor copied the writing down? ...and there were rumors of some bestiality videos..but..nahhh. when ever u look up the sky u see it flying so beautiful
So...does that mean love is like aliens? It lays eggs in your heart that look like writing, then gestates and bursts forth from the chest and flies off into the sky? Very true. My loves have flown away.
That's why birdshot was invented. ...Most places have a trap and skeet club. Training on how to keep your love. They called them shotgun weddings for a reason. oh blondey, now I will be singing this song all day...
I've got the song in my head: "take a look around the room love comes wearing disguises how to go about and choose? break it down by shapes and sizes I'm a man who's got very specific tastes Oh you're just my type you've got a pulse and you are breathing..." |
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