Like that

You grow up and reach

Adult

Hood,

That neighbour

Hood,

That little old re[a]d [w]ry

Ding

Hood

Of would 

And could

And never should,

When you see and 

Under

Stand so true

That very few women

Do like you 

Woo.

And when you see this

Truth

Of 

Hood,

It sudden does

Is easy to

The adult be –

In

Stead 

Of a terribly

Should not see.

And so then one day, 

I know this fact,

Not long in fact,

In year that rears

A wondrous t[h]read,

I’ll find a love of special

Cast,

Of ensemble fracture

And compassionate nature:

A woman who does 

Appreciate 

The late of early

Consum-

Mate.

And as I realise

This right as duty,

I realise also

The beauty of life:

We cannot have 

Of ten

Their sex.

But with that woman

I’ll meet next [h]’ear

There’ll be the other 

Tender true:

Not ten

Of one, desired too much,

But that

Of one,

Often.

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