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Another Roses are Red poem

Roses are red.

Violets are blue,

my mood of the same

hue,

But when

I see you

my cheeks, 

the roses 

resemble,

as I begin

to 

Stumble,

Anxious my

heart become,

inside you’re

welcome’d

If I

likewise

in 

you.



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