Love is a Many Splintered Thing

I wood

If I could

But I can’t

So I won’t

She said

That she wood

But she didn’t

So she don’t

I said

What I said

And the subject

Is dead

It is

What it is

And it’s knot

what it’s knot

She said it was fresh

And it lay there to rot

I get what I get

And I got what I got .

FINI
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