ROSES AND LOVE 🌹❤

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 Roses are Red

Violets are Blue

Love isn't a joke

For playboys like you. 


Roses are white

Violets are purple? 

Love isn't football

For girls like you. 


Roses are Red.

Violets are Blue.

Don't love for money

But love for love. 


#Emmanuella Ajaegbu



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