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Love Is Scarlet Red

Where have all the words gone when I am desperately looking hiding behind the bushes I want to yell out loud as it is frustrating I would want to grow some fangs to suck out all the vocabulary from a dusty old library skimming through thesaurus title sounds so pre-historic made me think of dinosaurs to excavate the words buried deep in my mind only if oxford dictionary were some sort of pictionary to find the meaning of love would have been so easy, painted in scarlet red defining the pain and pleasure, the rest of the words would all be different curves.

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Date: 11/30/2015 8:02:00 PM
It can be very frustrating when the right words don't come, try as you might. I love the idea of 'growing fangs to suck out all the vocabulary,' and the idea of somehow 'excavating the words.' Well done Ravi! Best wishes, Keith
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