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A cache of tenderness

Hoarded for express occasion

Wears the mantle of gentle fawn

How she avouches her position

Redolent with enchantment

She is most often unaware

Blooms genuflect and marvel

Doused in a bewitching air

Beyond fortune have I been

My life chockablock with jollity

Mostly by virtue of friendship

And a penchant for frivolity

The observance of a milestone

Plethoric the years worth admitting

A wink and jape of affection

Sauciness is only fitting

Well versed is our amity

With presumption I do endeavour

That our constancy be singular

And our lives commingle forever

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