inside joke poem.
one day i walked alone, forlorn
into the swirling mists of morn
to keep my heart, this i'd forsworn
but on a flower's evergreen thorn
i pricked my finger, i gasped with scorn
saw then i through those mists of morn
a long lost lover, now reborn!
and on his crown he bore a horn
my very own lovely unicorn!
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