My love is like a red, red nose.
It may seem out-of-place,
But ah, my friends, and oh, my foes,
See how it lights my face.
My love is like a red, red nose,
Less Beckett, though, than Pinter.
My love is like a red, red nose
That warms me through the winter.
My love is like a red, red nose,
Ridiculously stunning,
My love is like red, red nose,
Unbroken and still running.
Frank
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-- Frank
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