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Love is like cheese, the older it gets, ummm, I have no idea where I was going with this, hahahaha
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Love is like cheese, the older it gets, ummm, I have no idea where I was going with this, hahahaha |
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whoa
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Love is like _________? Love is like that one time you saw that kid get hit by a flying rat's bombshell...and you of course laughed (and you laughed again when you were hit the same day). |
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Hitting the lottery
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a swimming pool
easy to fall into but if you cant swim its hard to get out |
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oxygen |
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Love is like a shopping trip, you never know what's going to fit until you try it on~
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Love is like quicksilver in the hand. Leave the fingers open and it stays. Clutch it, and it darts away
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Love is like a violin. The music may stop now and then, but the strings remain forever.
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Edited by
KimmiM
on
Wed 03/11/09 06:23 PM
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Love is like a Fire - But whether it's going to warm your heart or burn down your house...you can never tell. -Joan Crawford
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Love is like that roller coaster ride you swore you would NEVER ride. You get sick just thinking about it; you get sick looking up at it; you get sick while you're boarding it. But right after its over, you can't help but jump up and yell, "Whoa!". And sometimes you just don't know if you wanna do it again when it's done.
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love is like an hourglass,with the heart filling up as the brain empties
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love is the people that leave footprints in your heart~
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love is much like a wild rose,beautiful and calm but willing to draw blood in its defense
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heaven
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love is like a seaweed,even if you pushed it away,you will not prevent it from coming back
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Love is like _________? A fleeting memory. |
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Love is like a heater in a snow storm, it keeps you warm when the rest of the world is cold~
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Love is like cheese, the older it gets, ummm, I have no idea where I was going with this, hahahaha love is like the oceans waves... sparkling, roaring, never ceasing they may leave but will always return untamed mist reflecting beauty...... |
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