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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