Love is forever, it is my endeavor
Oh aren’t I but clever to write to whomever?
Sassafras apples or orange, dark molasses
Whatever the flavor, I hope you will savor
The food of thy heart is what I do cart
The street then is wide on which is my ride
The people I bump or otherwise dump
Are kept then in core to somehow adore
Do I get surprised when broken are ties?
Well I say I can’t, although I may rant
There was a young fellow whose color was yellow
His beauty was radiant, a very steep gradient
He met me half-way, we hardly could stay
For that, he is fair I’ll deduce
This is not a wild chase of goose
It figures he’d finally break down
And give me replacement of crown
The other one fell and was broken
A new way of life I’m invoking
Yet as I see him, I’m hip
To the slyness of slip of his lip
He’d say that I’m digging for bones
And that may be true, but there are gnomes
They are the ones who guard treasure
So what have I found, go on measure3!
It may be to you very little
But even so, do I fiddle
For coal is a black, dirty find
But guess what is hidden inside…
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