The poems I proffer here, all spin around, one way or another on the axis of generic love. They run a spectrum from frivolous to serious, inane to germane, and short to long. Each one is a specific response to some spontaneous feeling brought on by such a demon as "Puck" of perhaps Erato. After each "Rhyme", a reason ensues to explain, apologize, "rap" about or otherwise attend the poem at hand. Each itch has its very own scratch Isn't that what...
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