Roses are Read
Violets are Blue
Nothing to Say
Nothing to Do
Lost in deep Thought
Paintings to Do
Water is Wet
Snow is Too
Mountains are High
Birds sometimes Sing
Cats like to Stretch
Dogs like to Bark
If I were Noah I could build an Ark
If I were Methuzal I could live thousands of Years
Hair falls Out
Skin Rots
Baby kittens Die
And So Do I
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