My Candy Apple Red (For Miss S Of The T That Is Red) - Poem by Dónall Dempsey
Ahhh...you're candy apple red.
You're breakfast in bed.
You're all the nice things that didn't
You're my I am glad to be alive
You're a blue sky turning red.
But you...never do!
Know what I like 'bout you?
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