A lover's Speech
By rhodium
Wed, 15 Sep 2004
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Your hair,
It's not fair,
Or bare, but dark.
It makes a mark.
So don't bark.
Enjoy life, it's a lark.
Become my wife.
I promise no strife.
But a life full of spice.
And all things nice.
Though there'll be times
When you feel dice.
On the whole though,
You'll enjoy,
The sprinkle of rice.
On your hair,
Which is rare,
But not fair or bare.
Now let's start a new life.
I'll make a brew for two.
Then we can make plans,
To get wed and buy a bed.
And dangle our wangles,
And get entangled!
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