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 Romantic Pieces of Junk A rose is a rose, Some would say, But when it is dead It begins to decay. Chocolate is evil, It makes you so fat. Cards are pointless, ‘Cause he didn’t say that. Why is it then I desire this stuff? I think that of men I have had enough. No more sad tears With my broken heart. No more sick fears Of being torn apart. Enough is enough. The final straw’s snapped. For my emotional flow I’ve finally found a cap. © 2001 Katy Ferrier |
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