I pick and choose When dating online Sometimes I win, sometimes I lose Whilst I think, who could be mine Searching hundreds of profiles Hoping for that one Wondering whose contain lies And who just wants fun I receive a new mail Delightedly I wonder Will they blow the wind out of my sail Even rock my thunder?
Damn, it’s a message from admin As I sink back into my seat Blah, blah, yes, you’re straight to the bin!
Both logic and heavy foreshadowing suggest your “type” includes this hapless vessel for existential dread. In they pour, all corpse-breath and fang: Closet-dwellers.
) Night after night he lifts the sill to call the monsters.
Every year when this day comes, I'm filled with love and pleasure; Happy Anniversary, Love, My joy, my delight, my treasure.
More Time, More Love Our (number of years) anniversary, Love, Brings feelings of delight, Thoughts of pleasure that you give me Every day and every night.
(This is how we get pickier as we age—pattern-recognition, the erosion of goodwill.) Might as well scare off the weak ones.
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I reached up above, And pulled a star from the sky.
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I’m grateful for each day and hour; I thank the Lord above For giving me the precious gift: Of your deep, enduring love.