Go buy me a rose,
And bring it to my nose,
To smell the sweetest scent.
If the scent be repent,
Then your money's not well spent,
And the florist will be foreclosed.
- i dont know
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Letters I'll never Send
Puisihere are the poems of the things i could never say. the majority of these are indirect conversations of mine, based on true events. and yes, I've written all these independently :) enjoy
