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You may not know why A complete stranger should want To write you haiku
So I'll start at the Beginning, and perhaps build A story from here
I'm Chris, the Young One An incurable cupid A broker of love
Everyday, when I See a new relationship Squeeing becomes me
You can bet I was Quite thrilled when you got with one Hannah two months back
For she seemed to have Banished all the spectres of Your lonesome poems
But now the wind's changed You don't even mention her In your author page
This cupid sits here Hoping that your world has not Fallen into shreds
It's not my business But I feel compelled to give Solidarity
If you should need it This cupid's ears are all yours With no strings attached
To everyone else I offer my compassion Should your need arise
Just write me a note And I'll reach out with a hand And a poem too
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Date Added: 2nd of January 2006, at 12:27 pm
Last Updated: 3rd of January 2006, at 2:38 pm
Word Count: 165
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Written 2006-01-03. Have I said too much? Have I assumed too much? Hopefully neither.
No, I take that back. I hope they haven't split up.
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Beneath the Peel
Have you ever tried writing music?
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