We can't lock horns without a toot or two.
Our grappling matches mostly just excuse
how you pat my back, I pat yours for you.
Our enmity, dependable as day - has grown
enthused, infused with something gay.
A fondness, and a grudging real regard.
Let's make this next step very fucking hard.
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