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The Rhymers Wet Dream or Rogets revenge
Sad but True,
It had to be You,
We used to be New,
Now we are Through.
I ‘m so Blue,
How could this be True?
What should I Do?
You’d call me at Noon,
So you could Croon,
like a sounding Baboon,
So I chose a Rune.
My fate was Clear,
That you’d be Here,
My heart did Tear,
Now isn’t that Queer?
So now I Know,
I must Go,
I love you So,
I stubbed my Toe!
OUCH!!!
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