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Roses are red, violets are blue,
sugar is sweet, and so are you.
But the roses are wilting, the violets are dead.
The sugar bowl's empty, and so is your head.
Of loving beauty, you float with grace.
If only you could hide your face.
I thought that I could love no other,
until, that is, I met your brother.
Kind, intelligent, loving and hot.
This describes everything you are not.
I want to feel your sweet embrace.
But don't take that paper bag off of your face.
I love your smile, your face, your eyes.
Damn, I'm good at telling lies!
My darling, my lover, my beautiful wife.
Marrying you really screwed up my life.
Beauty's on the inside, but some may doubt.
If it's true, I'd prefer you inside out.
I see your face when I am dreaming.
That's why I always wake up screaming.
My love, you take my breath away.
What have you stepped in to smell this way?
My feelings for you no words can tell.
Except for maybe, "Go to hell."
Just what did inspire this amorous rhyme?
Two parts vodka, one part lime.
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