Turning round!
tourists two
met before
the morning
glory in the sun's
light and bared 2 souls by
sipping oolong tea, spilling
the beans as moon delighted - Two-
wheeled bull-carts are attracted to each
other at one green hut amid wood fairies
with a dyadic twosome force darling masses
ended as one - Big-bang boomerang! Gravity
of Newton sucked, pushed apart in a diametric
distraction in this heartsick love gamble - a
bus, a train, and a plane = threesome, adding
their speeds can be awesome, new math's
Half + half = one, salute to toothsome
Babe-Space or time isn't always
Same: Sit with some sweetie
for an hour; time melts
to a second, sit
on hot stove
Turn around!
it seems
hour.
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