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Roses - NaPoWriMo Day 10
Roses are dead,
they smell like Le Pew.
But they still smell sweet
compared to you.
Roses are dead,
now you feel blue.
So take a shot neat,
and uncork the screw.
Roses are dead,
our hopes are too.
You were a cheat,
but I was too.
Thursday 11th April 2013 5:26 pm
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