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Forgive me, King, sir— For being such a witch, When you said Hi, All I had to do was reply… Instead I huffed and sighed, Hoping you would run and hide, Instead you said, how offended you were, My demeanor was rude and un-civil… You offered me a rose, apologized, and stood, sorely, You held your head high and walked away, soldierly… In a moment of despair, with desperate measures, I should have cried, Instead I snubbed you without a reply… If I had another, do it again chance, I wouldn’t huff and puff, instead I would ask YOU for a dance… Please accept my apologetic reply, Next time, if there is a next; I’ll just say back to you—Hi.
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