So here I be. How the mighty have fallen
out of a tree. The carrots are
lacking luster and the
rain is depressing. I
of course (the man that
I am, or tend to be) have
started an infatuation
--or so it seems-- with
the hearts of women
that one only dares
to dream about, alone at
night. So if it is criminal
to love those who are
at a loss, then please
sack me.
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