A Poem

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Alvin: *picking petals off a flower* Roses are red, violets are blue...

Slade: *is covering his ears* Alvin, stop it!

Alvin: *rolls his eyes* They may all think of me, but I'll only think of you...

Slade: *looks at Alvin and blushes*

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