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What the?
He met her in the coffee shop
Started to chat, they didn't stop
Remained there until closing time
That's when he told her 'Listen, I'm
Not tired. Can we continue
This in my place? Tell me, will you?'
She said 'Alright, I won't object
But I want to make one thing clear
Objects in the mirror
Are closer than they appear'
He stood there with his mouth wide open
She didn't say what he was hopin'
He told her just where she should shove it
This poem makes sense? Hell no! You love it?
No? Sorry I wasted your time
A story with no point. In rhyme
