LOVE IS ALL BOX AND NO CORNFLAKES
Now that we both know the opposite sex is grief's retail outlet -
And you won't spit on my grave, in case something grows -
Now that I've taken the fly off my neck I wore when I heard your husband say he wouldn't hurt one,
Now we're both angry as cornered pacifists because forever didn't last long enough for me to get my shoes and socks back on....
I'll admit - that when I cooked, and we were short of vinegar - I just used Windex.
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