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Nov 2015
Stop grinning! You stupid fellow!
Its making me grow weak in the knees..
People say you fall in love with blue ,
But i don't like those soft brown eyes staring at me ,
They make me freeze!
I love the way you amaze me very single day,
And tickle me till my stomach aches..
****! You know what i'm thinking right?
Written by
Sara Trif Fonte  New Delhi
(New Delhi)   
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