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Roses are red , Violets are blue If you were my girlfriend then I'll do anything to stay with you.
I’m not a poet But you smell like Those overused blue violets And red roses
Why must you go? Can we not sit in the shade and talk like we used to? Do you not want to watch the violets bloom underneath the tree we had claimed as ours?
ROSES are dead. VIOLETS are dead. EVERYTHING is dead. DEAD dead dead.
Roses are red violets are blue this poem isn't original it's not intended too Violets are blue roses are red keep reading on but only in your head roses are red
Roses are red, violets are blue, we're going to Orlando with someone cool.
Roses are gold,
Roses are red Violets are blue Well technically they're violet But that's only a slightly different hue.
Cast away upon the island, Washed up onto the shore, The message inside the bottle, The one you threw before. It started as, “roses are red, And violets blue, Nothing is better Than being with you”
(poems go here) This morning the rose settled on a dead pine, distinguished with the color of smoke. Remember the red fire.
Roses are red, Violets are blue You are my bestfriend, and I love you!