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Quote Unquote ~ 3/365

By Saru Singhal - March 14, 2013

Those little buds rejoice,

Carving the heart in pink.

Bountiful, gorgeous, vibrant,

The colors of spring.

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A cozy king-size bed for you
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Two can live happily in one room
No square feet, no price
Love to wrap yourself in it
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Changed nearly a dozen houses
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