Kind of poem

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I remember the first day we met,
Near the Manchester train
I wanted to hug the crap out of you,
But I kept holding on to my patience.

A year later,
We became biffles,
  I wanted to give you cuddles,
  You never knew I was crying into puddles,
   Because all I wanted was your love

  In a blink of an eye,
  I remember our trip on the Manchester eye,
  We're now engaged soon to be married,
  But who would of knew if it wasn't for Tumblr

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