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Roses are red, Violets are blue, They say it's addicting; Now I know it's true. But the roses are wilting; The flowers are dead. My hands are shaking; And my hips are lined red.
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Apr 12, 2019
Apr 12, 2019 at 2:31 AM UTC
Roses Are Red
Roses are red, Violets are blue, They say it's addicting; Now I know it's true. But the roses are wilting; The flowers are dead. My hands are shaking; And my hips are lined red.
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Apr 12, 2019
Apr 12, 2019 at 2:31 AM UTC
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