To Mike
TO MIKE
Roses are red violets are blue
Boys can’t love boys they say, but I love you
I think your poetry is beautiful and charming
And your handsome face is so disarming
You can dactyl my pentameter any day
For my syllables throb though my poem is gay
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Written by Sydney Peck
Entered in Michael J. Falotico’s Contest "Passing a Love Note"
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