Your tinyness sometimes a virtue.
Today, my hunger un-sated by you, must look for more.
My love for you still burns greatly oh tiny sweet red and yellow beguiler.
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A slapdash flight into a world of poems that should not exist. Big Red, a lone crusader championing the cause of the the fruits, the veggies, against criminal foods who operate in a world above the healthy diet.
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