Proposal
Gone South
Adelle,
please will you marry me?
I do
not think we’re a good fit.
Our
years add up to thirty-three.
So
let’s not go and ruin it.
Just
think how happy we can be.
I
like my home and you keep yours.
I
can’t be with someone who snores.
If
we are being honest, then
I
don’t like that laugh of yours.
You
want to break up? Just say when.
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