There once was a crude poet of verse, /
Whose rhymes would always end with a curse. /
Then a woman walked by /
And gave him the loving eye. /
Now his verse has taken a turn for the adverse.
There once was a crude poet of verse, /
Whose rhymes would always end with a curse. /
Then a woman walked by /
And gave him the loving eye. /
Now his verse has taken a turn for the adverse.
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