Poem composed on December 3, 2009
And thus so... to love... is to hate
Perhaps it is just the work of fate
That comes knocking at our gate
To forever torment us with a mate
Through their endless daily debate
With misery they love to fill our plate
Like a storm that just would not abate
When we realize it is already too late
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