Friday, March 28, 2008
Roses
Roses are pinkas pink as your lipsstars are brightas bright as your eyesApples are redas red as your cheeksSnow is whiteas white as your teethDew is freshas fresh as your faceNight is blackas black as your hairBreeze is softas soft as your voiceDawn is warmas warm as your touchThe sky is beautifulas beautiful as youAnd the world is goodas good as your heart
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