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1. 
   Rishabh Upadhyay · September 5, 2012

   Is it the day, that is warm, or is it you love, when i am in your arms…
   Your eyes are always glossy, like the golden barley farms,
   In where, i root my thoughts,, amazed with wonders of your charm..

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     Nicole · September 5, 2012

     Colorful. Is that a poem of yours?

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2. 
   Kirsten Lopresti · September 5, 2012

   Love it!

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3. 
   Nicole · September 5, 2012

   Thank you Kirsten!
   I’m in the middle of moving things around and adding to it. I couldn’t help but to keep thinking about this poem at work and was jotting down notes when I could.

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4. 
   Ray Sharp · November 28, 2012

   nice!

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     Nicole · November 28, 2012

     Thank you, Ray!

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