I am upset by what a flipflop he is,
impressed me as the classic Romeo
converted to a thick-skinned whacko!
Loathing him, I'll hire a witch.
He flirted with images of a garden,
shoreline, moonwalk, sunflowers;
but all we have ever been is his
musty bed sopping in a dried mess!
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