Romios, oh Romios, my
own star twirling across
the night skies.
What say you to Panagiota,
having hot chocolate with a
floating marshmallow bobbing
on her thighs?
Are you coming to take her
to her heavenly home this very
night?
Do whisper to her gently, I supplicate,
as she pens her poetry tonight.
Tireless and fearless, like a tiger prowling,
she roars and expresses her bare...
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