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Oct 2014
Hold my pulse,
Oh my Sweetie,
Feel my heart homely,
Keep yours too firmly.

Let us toss our love,
one to one,
over the net,
under the net,
off the net,
or no net,
foul or fall,
not to fail
to dwell,
deal and delve
in bits of bouts.

gravitate mutually,
gyrate gradually,
private cordially,
permeate perennially.

Heavens may break,
Let not our hearts!
Our times may crack
Let not our minds!
Written by
Bhupathi Prabhakara Rao  India
(India)   
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     r and Bhupathi Prabhakara Rao
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