When the heart doth grow fonder,
me thinks the lady doth protest too much.
But now, pushed out by your love I suggest a threesome.
Cheese, Apple, Me.
Perfection. Sigh.
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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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