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Shakespearean Love


Thou do not know the meaning of the word.

Love, to feel affection for someone.

Methinks we had this. I must be absurd. 

I’m so mad. My temper is like a gun.

Thee art just as stupid as that housewife!

Thee obviously does not care for me!

But why? O well. I shall start a new life.

I will settle down in Greece without thee.

Now I must pack. I will aroint by day.

Surely, you wish for me to go. Good bye.

If I see you in life, I will say, “Hey.”

Day tells me this marriage is over. Aye?

I hate your very existents. Good day sir!

Now I can bloom and get a pet with fur.

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