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My blue flower, you inspire me to write.
How I love the way you stand, sway and hide.
Invading my mind day and through the night.
Always dreaming about the soft bromide.
Let me compare you to a cold day?
You are more springy, delightful and bold.
Old breeze flaps the blazing dancers of May.
And the springtime has the frightful diebold.
How do I love you? Let me count the ways.
I love your style and personality.
Thinking of your rightful style fills my days.
My love for you is the plurality.
Now I must away with a spiteful heart.
Remember my clean words whilst we're apart.
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