The roses are dead.
The violets are too.
Someone swapped the water
With adhesive glue.
The roses are dead.
The violets are too.
Someone swapped the water
With adhesive glue.
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There are things I’ll never knew
‘Cause I’ll will not have eating glue
But since I eated it I confess
This poem’s grammars has not make sense.
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