Notice of absence from Alex PB
Writin' more and more poems is my job,
I shall write when Shakespeare is back.
Writin' more and more poems is my job,
I shall write when Shakespeare is back.
She smelled the rose,
And it was slowly blooming,
She left her clothes,
And soon was kissing,
She put the rose around her ear,
And she was soon to whisper in my ear:
"I have this rose, it shows our love,
It never dies, we're two young doves,
But once it does, our dream just dies..."
I woke up.
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