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Start writing... My bad chocolate, you inspire me to write.
I love the way you paddle, swim and swim,
Invading my mind day and through the night,
Always dreaming about the acid klym.
Let me compare you to a clad balloon?
You are more hungry, mortal and major.
Glad sun heats the placid peaches of June,
And summertime has the portal stager.
How do I love you? Let me count the ways.
I love your antic eyes, thumb and ankle.
Thinking of your frantic thumb fills my days.
My love for you is the mantic shankel.
Now I must away with a bitter heart,
Remember my mad words whilst we're apart.


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