Poem …o/o

Roses are red, and violets are blue.
What I hate more then anything, is words that do not accrue.
I had a bunch, … before lunch.
But organizing it into coherence, was a bother.
And now out of time, I hear the chime.
See you all later, in another slice of time.
The skies will be blue, and the blog will be red.

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