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Jun 2014
Do you love me
he always would say,
I never answered back until one day
I say meet me under the old oak tree
and ran away,
he looked at me like 1,2,3.
As I saw him waiting under
the old oak tree
I ran up to him and hugged him tightly
but all he heard in his ear was
I Love You Too
Mikki Bloom
Written by
Mikki Bloom  Australia
(Australia)   
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