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Sep 2014
It makes you ill.
It gives you headaches.
Makes it hard to concentrate.
It's something you can't contemplate.
That deadly disease called love.

Yes, it's contagious.
Has affected many.
Least too many to mention.
Which has plenty falling for it in an instant.
Yes, that deadly disease called love.

Is it any wonder many avoid it?
Is it any surprised that many loves to explore it?
That  deadly disease called love.

I could call a doctors.
But they couldn't cure me.
Sure , it might reassure me.
That I shouldn't avoid that deadly disease called love.
jeffrey conyers
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jeffrey conyers  united states
(united states)   
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   SPT and Amanda Goodness
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