I met a boy 
He saw purple and red stripes
  He told me a story
  About how his fist
  Was always kissing bricks
  And as romantic as it was  
He had to quit
  So instead
  He spread a story about himself
  In magenta, black and elf felt green
  And he said
  “To be honest with you
  Oh never mind”
  And I wanted to see his story book
  Which he promised to bring
  But like it always goes in story books
  One of us never showed   Only this time
  I am the character that had to let him down
  Even though it’s not in my character
   I hope the boy
  That sees purple and red stripes
  Forgives me
  Because I liked his stories

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