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I bought her a bunch of blue violets and roses of red Pure romantic thoughts were going around in my head. Thought I'd surprise her and went round to her back door There she was with my best friend, sprawled out on the floor. She saw me and screamed saying "it's not what you think" I lost one of my gold earrings under the kitchen sink. Her face was red as beetroot, my former friend too We exchanged insults and the air then turned blue. Well I'm certainly no idiot and I have travelled worldwide And it opened my eyes that she was taking me for a ride. But there's one thing for sure, it killed my romantic mood And you don't search for an earring when you're in the nude. Written 8th February 2022. NOT FOR CONTEST.
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