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I sit with pen and paper
Thoughts are swirling in my head
Should I listen to my angel?
Or hear the devil’s words instead?

To choose the proper phrasing
I need to follow what’s in my heart
For my mind keeps playing tricks on me
And I knew right from the start

These two would cause a problem
When I saw them standing near
I wonder what there is to do
To make them disappear

Ignore them, if I can
And hope they leave quite soon
I need to write this letter
Before my honeymoon

Dear John, I guess I’ll start it
I no longer wish to marry
There are just too many of me
Over the threshold, for you, to carry


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