I'd write you a love poem,

but it turned into a grocery list, a big rant about my feelings, and now I'm scrounging in the fridge.

Still love you though

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Hinckley

Love was in bloom,
Celery hearts,
And frisky roma tomatoes,
How can I love thee,
When thou leavest,
The motherfucking toilet seat up,
Sashimi from last week
Salami and a dill,
Forsooth and good night,,,