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My Love is Like...

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My love is like a fever 
Burning for your beaver,

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My love is like a fox 
Hunting for your box,

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My Love, I'd rather die 
Than miss your sweet hair pie.

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But woe is me! Alas! Alack! 
I fear someone else has filled your crack.

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G. Bennett Ulrich 

1990

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