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Monday, January 23, 2012
True
Remember when love was puppy
We passed notes printed in black crayola
'Cause we couldn't cursive yet
Romance would begin at first bell
Simple game of tetherball would
Cause it all to end
By lunchtimme our broken hearts would mend
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