Roses are red
Poppy was blue
She wanted a poem
But no-one would coo
But late on a Thursday
Someone was reading
Posts and comments
And knew what was needing
So a poem was writ
And posted as such
Dedicated to her
It didn't say much
And now Poppy's cheeks
Are glowing red
Te Amo
Was all that it read
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@aleishagayle20 ; I'm fine m'love π we're all just feeling the fellow opussian love tonight π x
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