A candlelit dinner `a deux:
Celine Dion’s heart was going on.
“I’ve had Mars in my sign, ”
She said.
“Oh! ” Sounds painful, ”
He said.
She tossed her hair somewhere over there
And lit her Lambert and Butler,
“Y’know Jasmine that I work with?
She’s a medium”
“Really she looks a large to me! ”
Eyes rolled as smoke rose towards the ceiling rose,
“Her dad can do it, too.”
“Has he got crystal balls? ”
She sighed as Celine’s heart went on & on
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