... let me translate that into speak...
Glanced a Lot in Camelot did a Poet who wrote a lot.
And in her fair and beauty there at peace uncame her knots... but
When she wrote her Love Divine, she left a note that was sublime...
Darn typos on the frizz made him miss her rhyme...
! and so a love that should have been sooner came later in time...
Took a lot of limes before they said hi.
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