They did love, to the core.
But not any more.
Once, who lived with the other,
Now, only stay together.
In love, he was born fare.
They gave him all the care.
To warn, they did not dare.
He turned their worst night mare.
It was the worst of weather,
When he threw his forefather,
The respect of age lost.
A word of advice went least.
No care for their spouse,
A beautiful light they did douse.
There only meets a group of louse,
The home turns into a house.
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