Sunday, March 9, 2014

Love poem just for you

Roses are red
Violets are blue
My heart is bedraggled
And it's all cause of you

I'll send you no flowers
You'll trash them in snow
Lost your old calender?
You rapscallion old hoe

I'll never more trust you
Your breath has a smack
So what, now your haughty?
Old Man Winter just pack
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