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LOVE ISLove is like Chili gas It starts slow But comes on fast Love too will often circle the room Come at night at sight of full moon When it comes your way Let it go on past Don't take it on as some big task Sorta like a tiny black fly An irritation that will fly on by If it doesn't give it room Then squash it with a great big broom If you feel all the pain in the heart It's probably not gas just a fart If it brings on Angels flying above Then it could--might be fatal And gotta say wish you well my love Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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