Love Bug - Poem by Sofia Kioroglou
Love is like the measles.
Once you catch it,
it starts spreading like wildfire.
First, the itch,
then the ugly zits
and finally the scars.
Those nasty pockmarks
reminding you that getting bitten by the love bug
can cause serious damage to the patient.
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