Roses are red, violets are blue.
My name is not Dave.
This poem makes no sense.
Microwave.
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A book of poetry
PoetryThis is a bunch of poetry I either wrote or found. The ones with an asterisk (*) in the title are the ones I wrote. Any others I found. Please no stealing the ones I wrote and please don't criticize them too harshly. I did my best on them.
Microwave.
Roses are red, violets are blue.
My name is not Dave.
This poem makes no sense.
Microwave.
