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Sunday, April 21, 2024
Frigidity
Your tulips appear
To be frosty my dear
The red is subdued
Much like the mood
When spring
should
be here
The winters are drear
Year after year after year
If it wasn’t for such drudgery
Perhaps there wouldn’t be
Frost on your two lips dear.
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