I told her,
"Hallie-Jane,
I explosively confess - you are my angel on the next page
Of a romantic act of a love play on a Broadway stage.
Month by month, my love bursts are riled up in cages.
Not being with you brings me to rage."
She spat back,
"Ron,
I'm truly stunned by the shocks of your lust,
A pampered, proper princess of the upper crust
Like me, CANNOT be courted by a pauper from the cupboard dust.
So GO AWAY you MUST! "
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