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The Rat Who Loves Sunflowers


He told me I was sunflowers, but I'm not.

I'm moon flowers.

 

He told me Iwas the Queen of Diamonds, but I'm not.

I do not own any.

 

Then he went to a frizzy haired harlot and

gave her a card from deck

and told her she was sunflowers.

I should not be mad,

for it is obvious he belongs to her.

 

 

They both have idiotic haircuts and rat like smiles.

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Courtney Cobb
<p>Read for enjoyment.</p>

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