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Tuesday, January 4, 2011

Maybe Love Is Like Bubble Bath

Maybe love is like bubble bath
It comes in different scents
But always goes flat if you stay in too long

You should pull the plug
While you're still warm

You can always run another bath
Posted by Apple at 10:59 PM
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