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Breaktime, I'll write something for you Breakfast or lunch, I think of you Birds outside the window, chirp at me Birds of the same feather, follow me Be it short or long, poem I write you Braided or craze, your hair, I describe you Below or over my head I scribble for you Beaten or scrambled egg, I'll fry for you Better late than never Bread or butter I will serve you ever Brevity in my poems I pen so tender Bending or standing, I'll never surrender Bright or dim lights will aid my bleary eyes Blunder or sentimental, my heart for you never dies