"I stood gimlet-eyed in the Hall to Paradise."
A perfect case of when words meetLike a lovers at a diner eatWhere joins the things celestialWith everything adorable.
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Speaking of things adorable, I regard this poem as highly such.To Love or to MarryConsider a couple;Fallen into some trouble.A matter dialectical;Threatens their nuptial.Of a peculiar trait;These two do partake.At her word's veracity;He speaks disingenuously.When she would deceive;His talk takes truthful leave.On one occasion;Of a conversation;Four claims exchanged over tea;In pairs simultaneously.He said she;Will love when we marry.Then with enigmatic resolve;Will marry when we love.If at first he dissembles;Then tells the truth in trembles;Now conclude from what's above;Who will love but won't marry;And who will marry but won't love.
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