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Jan 2016
Roses are red, somewhat like my heart.

The sky is blue and the sun is gold or so I'm told.

Roses die and my heart skips beats when I think of you.

Please allow me to be so bold.

The sky is gold, and the sun is blue.

Your skin is warm with eyes that blind.

Baby I don't ever see night with you.
Mikey Pooler
Written by
Mikey Pooler  Washington
(Washington)   
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   --- and lluvia de abril
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