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I have realized, upon some reflection, and with the reading of my former secret girlfriend's latest blog entry, that the proximity of my whiny post about her how much of a fan of her writing I am to my post of so-called poetry, looks like I was fishing for compliments.

How embarrassing. I assure you this was not the case; however, since some good came out of it (compliments!), I shall let it go, and end in rhyme:

Between my fears of low self-worth
and my fondness of her prose
she manages to call a truce.
Transforming self-pity into mirth
(without rethorting to light verth*)
and with a word erasing all my woes:
Such is Goose.
(Thuch ith Gooth!)

(*even at this I can't defeat her
she has much MORE respect for metre!)

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