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 Feb 2022 Macy
Trogon The birb
Material things don't last for good,
and flowers soon may wither,

I may not live here for as long as I want,
But I'll give you my Forever.

I'm here today on bended knees,
Giving you everything I have with me,

And if those things are still not enough,
I'd offer it in another lifetime with you

repeatedly. . .

— The End —