Some like the blonds,
Some like the brunets,
But I’m not like the rest of them,
I like the reds.
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Some call them weird,
Some even scream,
Some call them beetroot,
But to they are my dream.
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One day I will meet him,
And one day we will be,
In love and together,
Forever and ever.
Author: The Pesky Poet
Never assume that you are no good at what you love as if you love it enough you will make it better. Take that form a dyslexic who was told they would never be able to write with any quality.
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