Happily ever after
love's fickle fiction
some delusional grandeur.
Ride off into the sunset
goes down in a few minutes
leaves you in the dark.
Find that pot of gold
at the end of a rainbow
next to the Unicorn (really?) .
Essence of life—
some fairytale romance
or hard work and choice?
We reap the fruit
of the seed we have sown
a new beginning.
Bring bushel baskets,
dozens of them.
I plan to be ready.
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