SWEET NOTHING
 
My poems aren’t romantic enough. So
    here goes: Sweet nothing, sweet nothing,
sweet nothing, sweet nothing, sweet nothing, sweet
    nothing, sweet nothing, sweet nothing.

Sweet nothing, sweet nothing, sweet nothing, sweet
    nothing, sweet nothing, sweet
nothing, sweet nothing, sweet nothing. There. Now
    embrace me, love of my life!

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