flowers
There once was a fellow
Whose flowers were all yellow
They bloomed like a star
But got run over by a car
So now the man is planting blue flowers
Which may take him many hours
Even though these blue flowers will never replace
The spot in his heart which the yellow flowers were laced
He started to love those blue flowers
Just as much as his beloved yellow flowers
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