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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