In the crude and fabulous
moral-lesson sense embraced
and abandoned by turns, by
modern makers and interpreters
of fairy tales, winking so hard
sometimes the other eye pops
out,
I am sure there is a reason
why we met, and why
we loved. However,
I have no idea
what it is, or might be,
or was.
or might be
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