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A romantic week
He brought her flowers on Sunday,
She kissed him on top of his head.
So he brought her more flowers on Monday,
She said she wanted chocolates instead.
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She made him a pie on Tuesday,
He ate it with hardly a word.
So she didn't make him pie on Wednesday,
It was then that his protests were heard.
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They sat in silence on Thursday,
Then made love upon the floor.
They woke in an embrace on Friday,
And he made a wild bolt for the door.
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They did their own thing on Saturday,
She seethed and he moped in despair.
So he bought her flowers on Sunday,
And they started anew from there.
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