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A rhyming fancy

  • Writer: Amanda Riddell
    Amanda Riddell
  • Apr 8, 2024
  • 1 min read

Updated: Apr 10, 2024

Life grows colder. The world's getting older; The angel on my shoulder Is getting bolder, Though I told 'er I'm allergic to love. Love, you dickless wonder. Let no man tear asunder How mere mortals blunder When you shake us like thunder, Then put us under your spell. If only you were easier to rhyme, But all the rhymes for love are crap: Only a sap believes in crap. Amanda Riddell April 2024

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