This goes to Grace Eagan.
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Pictures are beautiful,
And so are you.
Orchids are white,
Ghost ones are rare,
Mirrors are shiny,
And so is your hair.
Magnolia grows,
With buds like eggs,
Skins are tanned,
And so are your legs.
Sunflowers reach,
Up to the skies,
Your sun is bright,
And so are your eyes.
Foxgloves in hedges,
Surround the farms,
My embrace is welcoming,
And so are your arms.
Daisies are pretty,
Lilys have style,
Your feeling is strong,
And so is your smile.
The Rain is beautiful,
Just like you
Oct 30, 2020
Oct 30, 2020 at 12:52 PM UTC
This goes to Grace Eagan.
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Pictures are beautiful,
And so are you.
Orchids are white,
Ghost ones are rare,
Mirrors are shiny,
And so is your hair.
Magnolia grows,
With buds like eggs,
Skins are tanned,
And so are your legs.
Sunflowers reach,
Up to the skies,
Your sun is bright,
And so are your eyes.
Foxgloves in hedges,
Surround the farms,
My embrace is welcoming,
And so are your arms.
Daisies are pretty,
Lilys have style,
Your feeling is strong,
And so is your smile.
The Rain is beautiful,
Just like you
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