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Sweet Talk
Out in Arizona my Dad,
He grew roses;
He embraced the great merit,
Often proclaimed
How he enjoyed cultivating his own garden.
That spot he tended along side the house,
It was the love of his retirement.
I saw those roses disporting,
Performing and they were real pretty,
But I must say aloud,
They never flowered, like you,
They could never match your beauty,
The way you look tonight, darling.
Though this verse be trivia,
Fitting definition, thing of small importance,
It swears truth,
The whole truth and nothing but the truth,
Its my sweet talk.
Its my seeking your endearment.
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