Saturday, March 1, 2008

A Happy Poem

She thought their love would never quit soring,
But then the passion sputtered, and it was boring,
The once ever-blooming flower
Wilted and turned very sour
Sultry June became cold February,
True love was merely temporary,
Warm fuzzy feelings do not banish strife,
But Herpes, indeed, will last all her life!

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