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Jun 28
My garden grows only beetroot,
They're all shaped like little hearts.
All got stolen by someone cute,
Outmanoeuvred all the guards.

But it is fine, she can keep them,
She can take all the heartbeet.
Her smile is like a little gem,
Just for her does my heart beat!
Written by
Kristoph Noleman  18/M/Hungary
(18/M/Hungary)   
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     Mary Huxley and Kalliope
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