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Love Poetry When I was young,
I fell in love.
With some one else,
Up above.
She is an angel,
Perfect and clean.
On the hill together we sat,
And I was keen.
I said to her
“Will you marry me”.
She ran away,
And made me unhappy
?؟ you were like, keen on a hill, for an angel, perfect and clean? how incredibly boring...
No no I like this ...well i like all of your work...at least I think I do...
But a girl on a hill? sitting on a hill?! was her name jill? did she give you a chill? did you throw her at a grill? did your milk cry and spill? Did she let you have a thrill? was she so perfect? was she so clean? oh dreadful me I shouldn't be telling you this...?؟