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Love is like a neighborhood grocery store - a poem. |
| Just as a convenient neighborhood supermarket Occupies a dependable niche In a bustling suburb, Love offers its kind and generous fortunes In the most timely and expedient way, Proffering its meats, produce, and essentials Whenever needed or most desired. The most endearing treasures are laid out On its stocked and busy shelves, And can be easily added to our baskets or carts For eventual consumption Once these purchases are made. Love is that wondrous bouquet of flowers We can take home, as well; A noteworthy floral department Rich in vibrant colors Which can add warmth and beauty To our comfy homes, With its odorous, peaceful arrangements... |