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If she had not been cupric in her ions,
Her shape ovoidal,
Their romance might have flourished.
But he built tetrahedral in his shape,
His ions ferric,
Love could not help but die,
Uncatylised, inert, and undernourished.
Last night I met upon the stair
A little man who wasn't there.
He wasn't there again today.
Gee how I wish he'd go away!
While walking down a crowded
City street the other day,
I heard a little urchin
To a comrade turn and say,
🚗 -- 🍇 -- 📗 -- 🏀 -- ⚡ -- 🎍 -- 🌂 -- 🍆 -- 🥞 -- 💛 -- 🐊 -- 🌋 -- 🎽 -- 💄 -- 📒