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Dec 2012
Love is said to much.
The word means a lot.
This life is love. No? Yes?
Love is a word.
Used to much.
Love you here.
Love you there.
Keeping the world spinning on a pin.
Going to cave in.
L-O-V-E is spelled less.
You ask me why?
Because letters today.
Less important the yesterday.
Love letter never send.
Love letter is more love. Than just moving you lips.
To the rhythm of L-O-V-e
Tavia Robshaw
Written by
Tavia Robshaw  Maine
(Maine)   
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   Danielle Baxter and Dreiliece
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