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Love's last quatrain

"Occasionally, even little pigs may recognise pearls amid their sty"

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I built a poem from Lego bricks

Perfection! Not a hole to fix

Each room I filled with emptiness

Each plastic rhyme with hopelessness

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Hey, lover! (who builds poems from sticks)

I built a poem from Lego bricks

He read, his face - a doleful mask -

Proclaimed I had not met the task

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'To beat the wolves, my lover dear

Do more than to the rules adhere

I built a poem from Lego bricks

When I was four, or five, or six...'

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With love, he cast straw in the air

Such meaning, passion, beauty there!

'Ne'er say again - ne'er use such tricks! -

I built a poem from Lego bricks.'

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Written by Alexandra_A
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