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My scaly wife, you inspire me to write.
How I love the way you cook, sting and look,
Invading my mind day and through the night,
Always dreaming about the yellow book.
Let me compare you to a green buffoon?
You are more astute, blighted and solid.
Kind sun heats the slighted peaches of June,
And summertime has the aghast mawlid.
How do I love you? Let me count the ways.
I love your eyelashes, legs and ankle.
Thinking of your broadcast legs fills my days.
My love for you is the steadfast crankle.
Now I must away with a bally heart,
Remember my cute words whilst we're apart
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