Nobody Loves Ringo Starr, I wrote a poem

I wrote a poem

” Roses are red
Violets are blue
I have to stay I have to stay I have to stay I have to stay I have to stay I have to stay I have to stay I have to stay I have to stay I have to stay I have to stay I have to stay I have to stay I have to stay I have to stay I have to stay I have to stay I have to stay I have to stay I have to stay
Fin”

The Nose. 19 years old Harold Crick. But you can call me Celo: São Paulo. Brazil. Green. Music. Tea. Potter. Art. Dolly. Baking. Theatre. Dogs. Ray. Rain. Skins. Films. Dalmatians. Deamus. Scrubs. Joshua. Gray. Mumford. Avett. Piano. Musicals. Nutella. Regina. Ladies. Gentlemen. People. New York. Apples. Maria. Glee. Pillows. Breakfast. Nashville. Noah. Doctor. Plaid. Drawing. Tulipa. Misfits. College. Cinnamon. But definitely not Ringo Starr.

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