IT'S CALLED LOVE

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    IT'S CALLED LOVE

     were ment to be they call it luck we call it destiny my heart skip's a beat ragging passion why walk on the beach when we can play in the sheet's love they can't tear us apart not in a million year's baby try to understand steamy romance holding hand's it's called love were almost to the end and were so much in love what do we do with all of the future just hold on to you'r love for me and we'll never be gone.

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    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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