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Love Is In The Air (Pimple) by Blindpoetry Love is in the air,
But I never did care,
Until Today,
When my life started to decay,
But then I find something,
I couldnât feel it coming,
But it was Love.
Is Love an artificial sweetener?
Or is it just a creature?
Can it be true?
Or can it be blue?
I have never experienced this thing,
Until right before my moving,
And I know Iâd have to find another,
Or suffer my parents thunder.
I think its Love.
Up the ladder:
Lunacy
Down the ladder:
Serendipity
Votes: (green: user, blue: anonymous)
Arithmetic Mean: 6.6666665
Posted: December 25, 2003 8:02 PM PST; Last modified: December 25, 2003 8:02 PM PSTWeighted score: 5.8333335 Overall Rank: 1623 Comments:
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ShaNoN+960317485 @ 199.40.206.3
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27-Dec-03/5:23 AM
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sounds more like a craving to me - wud never call it love
Can it [love] be blue?
Well yes, on film it can. Having said that love in this situation can be rather euphemistic.
You could do with a few apostrophes in the right places.
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