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We’re poems, we,

you, madam, and me.

 

I’m a limerick, I know,

I know,

and you’re an epic, you know,

you know.

 

Together, though,

 

We’re something new—

the mystery of me and you.

 

What could we be, we two,

we two?

Quite possibly, we two,

we two

 

are rhymes no one

has heard before:

 

you and me, and

one thing more:

 

the love that’s born anew,

anew,

when shared between us two,

us two—

 

“I’ll dance and sing it through,”

says you,

and I reply, “Me too,

me too.”

 

 

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