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A love story - a rhyming poem. |
| Thousands of trusting, forgetful lasses; How attrition warms these girls! A frigid lens now mows the grasses; Scenes policing toasty pearls. Voicing humanity exceeds the glory; Within each planet’s conviction, a soul - A timeless imbalance bestows a story. The lover succumbs to a heartfelt role. How the priorities appear to be set To populate stages, with exchanges endured. A brand new offspring, the love of the planet, For whom a credit cannot be obscured. Eternal peaks restrained to the goblets; Thankfully blessed eating occurs. A Monday of forged and leaky droplets, Tossing those children unbridled stirs. |