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Nov 2015
I watch you walk down the halls in style.
I can't help but look at you and smile.
I see you staring at me.
You're eyes are as pure as honey.
I can't help but think love is great.

You tickle and poke my tummy.
You tell me you love me.
You hold me when I'm sad
And kiss me when I'm mad.
I can't help but think love is great.
Tasia Howard
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Tasia Howard  19/F/Mountainburg, Arkansas
(19/F/Mountainburg, Arkansas)   
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   Vanessa Gatley
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