Ah you girls in Cluster B
I’m sure you’ll be the death of me,
Loving not by every deed
But loving only what you need.
And what you need a whimsy then
Alighting on successive men.
Overvaluing; you feed!
Discarding; you are off again!
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Jabberwocky (
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One day they will find the one that is for them and them alone.
Andy
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