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I am the poem, you said.
but why did you like her instead?
I still have a lot of words left unsaid;
that I could make a whole thread.
When I first saw you,
You were reading a book;
then you gave me a look.
I thought I was screw.
You gave me the book,
The cover was full of roses,
Then you said;
I hate poems.
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For those who are confused the Rhyme Scheme of this one is A A A A, A B B A, A B C B.
