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Please Don't Be Mine
I love you even though you smell,
I think your double chin is swell,
Your pasty blotchy skin is nice,
It looks like pizza-topped shaved ice,
Your breath is an informant blast
Which tells me of your lunches past
Your conversation’s always true,
For you always speak to me of you,
The Golden Rule you always flaunt,
To treat those the way you want,
Your train of thought is miles strong,
Though it tarries at the station long,
But you put me before yourself,
To open up each door myself,
Your pants are half-way down their fall,
And our first date was at the mall,
In short, I want this Valentine,
To tell you to please, “don’t be mine!”
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