My love is like a pink, pink rose
that's wet with lust from every thrust
(with apologies to poet Robert Burns)
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A fleshy flower by any other name - wish list
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My love is like a pink, pink rose
that's wet with lust from every thrust
(with apologies to poet Robert Burns)
My love is like a pink, pink rose
that's wet with lust from every thrust
(with apologies to poet Robert Burns)
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They're o.k. for eating.
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