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Roses are red and violets are blue My allergies flare up, Achoo! Achoo! When my nose starts to run I duck from the sun Looking like I was attacked by the flu. Out comes the Claritin my doctor did prescribe Two precious tablets with water I imbibe Two hours later I stand a bit straighter Oh these powerless petals, I mock, I gibe!
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