Here’s a little poem I wrote.
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
I’m a right git,
But you knew that too.
I will be yours,
If you’ll forgive,
Without your love,
How can I live?
| Em, Here’s a little poem I wrote. Roses are red, I will be yours, |
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Well I know I’m not much with words, but come on Em, give me a chance.
John