Dear, you're my principal penpal.
I now know you are my carpal.
Just forget and ignore Opal.
Never will she be a good pal.
If I want someone to embrace,
I will definitely go for you, Grace.
It is only you my heart will trace.
I really need you to win my race.
Come on girl, let go anger.
Let's get closer and closer.
Let us satisfy our hunger.
A hunger generating to ulcer.
Though my verses rise one to paradise,
I still have a lot of things to realize.
There are cowds out there to sensitize.
With you, my dreams will actualize...
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