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A wandering ace roamed far and wide Hoping to catch some education in stride, But Western Wedding University, dead set, Asked her, “Have you found a lover yet?” She said, “I am looking for one, of course, But they must only be a lover of sorts.” “Of sorts?” McVay curiously replied. The ace only smiled, heart filling with pride, For he knew not everyone could understand That all he ever wanted was to hold someone’s hand And cuddle at sunset on a cold winter’s night While drinking hot cocoa by the campfire light. A kiss or two but nothing more, Anything else he would abhor. A lover of sorts woul

And the fragments of two Ancient texts     Simultaneously read, "to be under the same             wintery     m o o n,       it is enough,"                              I think.

Adrift down a stream, The worm thinks it is drowning; It is only rain.

There once was a President Cheeto, He is not President to me, though. He told me, “You are wrong, Now time to run along, Or I’ll send you back to Mexico.” His hands were exceptionally small, So he decided to build a wall. For keeping people out Is the best way to pout, And now Donald has no friends at all. Then happened a feminist movement; They set out to make an improvement. “We grab back!” she exclaimed, “We will never be tamed!” And many signed up for recruitment.