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| Roses are red, violets are blue, sugar is sweet and so are you. The roses have wilted, the violets are dead, the sugar bowl's empty and so is your head. | |
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| The roses stink, sorta like sheep, but leave your name, number, and message after the beep. | |
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| The roses are molding, the violets are rotten. And I might call you back-if I haven't forgotten. | |
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