I’d fall in love every day
risk pain of heart break
that I’d be moved to create

 

Charmin® tissue with thumb poking through it
You had all that Kleenex®, and you blew it

 

Math isn’t the same without you
I’ll ask twice whenever I doubt you
Calculator, calculator
I wrote a verse about you

 

 

 


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