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They say poets make the best lovers

Or, that’s what I think.

We know all the romantic bullshit that’ll get you to smile,

Then we go home and write about the way it shines.

 

Or we’ll tell you how good you look

Quoting something some other poet said.

It’s all about word choice.

 

What happens when two poets meet though?

 

Would you like to find out with me?

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