o' but to share a smile
filled with toothpicks
and a handshake
firmed with ice
for a hearty bear hug
through a vest of thorns
exchanging hats
filled with lice
my love for you is as the stars
pointy, and oft hard to see
make of all this what you will
i'll keep up this pretence of glee
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