Young Love

Too late for creation
Mike jumped off his bike
Rolled though the forests of azure!

Swift as the bumble dance
Hot in July
The race for ache placement was sure.

All this while Phoebe grew
Large as a house
As she sat knitting scarves at the shore

And cried every evening
For someone she missed
But when asked to name names she missed more

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