my love for you is like a golden wheel
or a grand haiku, marching with measured syllables
through a tasty glade of magic watermelon grass.
Let me explain about the magic watermelon grass: it is very special,
in that it looks like regular grass, but in flavor it is quite like the watermelon
that sits ripening in its grove, awaiting the days of its full maturity,
until it can throw off its vines, arise and declare to you and the world
this love that I have.
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