Poems From out of the Trash
Love, love, loving you,
it always seems the same.
The violets are red and the roses are blue,
so let's get on with this crazy game!
Sometimes I wonder,
How could this be true?
We always seem to plunder,
Everytime you call out of the blue.
I don't want to reach for that tissue
anymore than you want to reach that phone.
This is much of an issue!
Please don't break bones!
The End
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Just some random, really short, amatuer rhyming poems to make you smile.I tend to spend more time picking out a title than actuallly writing the poem.
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Poems From out of the Trash, which
was posted on Nov 4, 2011 by
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"Just random poems that are not very good.
I really wanted to start some poems b..."
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