The more time you spend
with a really great woman
who is funny, intelligent, and absolutely drop dead gorgeous,
and who makes you feel
really good about yourself, happy, and content,
the more difficult it becomes
to write the usual fare
of dark, brooding, apocalyptic, existential poetry,
and the more likely it becomes
that the only words you can think of
to lace upon the page are:
La la la, La la la, La la la
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