LoveA Poem by Trevor McLeodLoveLove -by Trevor McLeod He was chased by a prostitute high on black magic She loved him for 44 drugs and 4 brains She was anxious to call Healthcare but waited Soon it was for a good cause And everyone felt relieved The angels now robots realize that love had come home in human flesh and welcomed her. And the man felt vindicated for a great time And he called welfare who came right away The End
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