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Roses - NaPoWriMo Day 10
Roses are dead,
they smell like Le Pew.
But they still smell sweet
compared to you.
Roses are dead,
now you feel blue.
So take a shot neat,
and uncork the screw.
Roses are dead,
our hopes are too.
You were a cheat,
but I was too.
Thursday 11th April 2013 5:26 pm
Easter Feaster
Roses are red?
No they're not!
They're an assorted mix bag of browns.
Cocoa, caramel, mocha and mousse.
Tasty truffles a treat for the tongue,
not just for Easter
but all year long.
Buy em on Easter Monday if you're skint
reduced price,
full taste,
eat my body weight in Lindt.
Tuesday 2nd April 2013 4:07 pm
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