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ode of rock...
My quiet rock, you inspire me to write.
How I love the way you trot, walk and look,
Invading my mind day and through the night,
Always dreaming about the dreamy hooke.
Let me compare you to a weak cafe?
You are more deadly, sleepy and creepy.
Stink breeze flaps the weepy dancers of May,
And the springtime has the medley tepee.
How do I love you? Let me count the ways.
I love your beamy eyebrows, eyes and face,
Thinking of your creamy eyes fills my days.
My love for you is the gleamy standby.
Now I must away with a seamy heart,
Remember my bleak words whilst we're apart.
How I love the way you trot, walk and look,
Invading my mind day and through the night,
Always dreaming about the dreamy hooke.
Let me compare you to a weak cafe?
You are more deadly, sleepy and creepy.
Stink breeze flaps the weepy dancers of May,
And the springtime has the medley tepee.
How do I love you? Let me count the ways.
I love your beamy eyebrows, eyes and face,
Thinking of your creamy eyes fills my days.
My love for you is the gleamy standby.
Now I must away with a seamy heart,
Remember my bleak words whilst we're apart.
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