Oh my darlin clementine, you make my heart skip when you rhyme; when I eat the hossenfeffer, it makes me want to dance to salt-n-pepa; oh my darlin clementine, let's sit on the porch and drink some wine.
I apologize in advance for all of the things that will be posted here. I am only partially responsible for the incoherent ramblings that spill out of my fingertips. I prefer pirates over ninjas. Protestants over Catholics. Peanut Butter over jelly. And I think brown eggs just taste better.
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Oh my darlin clementine,
you make my heart skip when you rhyme;
when I eat the hossenfeffer,
it makes me want to dance to salt-n-pepa;
oh my darlin clementine,
let's sit on the porch and drink some wine.
30 seconds of effort. boo-yah
I think you should present that poem to your bride. Let me know how it goes.....
Don't be mad, simply cede victory.
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