There once was a girl
who travelled the world
and traipsed to Germany
She left her love
and lost her glove
She thought she would be free
But there she is
tied up in tears
lost in jubilee
It looked so nice,
she threw the dice,
found rot and cavity.
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A/N: this is based off of the saying "too much of a good thing is a bad thing"
