Nineteen-Sixty-Three
Roses are Red
The Sea is Blue
June comes next
With another clue;
Words are said
The Garland is new
Eyesight is correct
Junes covered in dew;
Friendships are dead
Over what a todo
Answers from tests
Shine on the stew;
Secrets kept in ones head
Come back to bite you
My June is truly blessed
For we know whats true;
poem by Theodora Onken
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