It happened so fast,
But I'm glad it did.
Now bless me with corn sauce
and cheese for my bread,
because I'm now a bad poet,
Cursed at the hand
by that of my Creator --
Love.
I'm now a fool,
Love-struck,
Devoid of all writing talent,
soon to be thrown to the lions
and mauled by the dogs.
But little does it matter
For I no longer care.
I'm in Love,
and I'll write whatever
my little heart desires.
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