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!! (Gya—!!)
“Eeeek!”
First love is as a fever, burning hotOr stomach acid as the case may be,It eats at reason and corrodes the thoughtShuts down the mind with a BSoD.Though puppy love be pure and cute enough,I find I root for still the childhood friend.Her archetype in drama has it roughAn underdog who loses in the end.Such straight offence may oft a man annoy,Or cow the weak with threat of death or pain.But she is true to self and acts not coy;Compared to other suitors she is sane.
No love more jealous than that of a wurmWho eats alive the hearts that stand not firm.
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Roses are red, violets are blue,the childhood friend, I like her too.sry best I can do.
Does this so-sweet loveTurn the dragons’ stomachs sour?Give them Gaviscon!
Being in love, or being employedChoosing one, has me mildly annoyedThey’re both sweet, and in fact dopeSo why not let the girls have both?