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Bucket and Thimble
I always thought that you were truly beautiful,
As I offered you my love by the bucketful.
But life is seldom (if ever) all that simple;
And your feelings for me could not fill a thimble.
I wined and dined you at great expense, and in style,
But you barely hid your boredom behind your smile.
And yet, I’ll not apportion blame for love’s demise;
You never said you loved me, so you told no lies.
Bucket and thimble are as different as can be;
Like chalk and cheese, or (dare I say it) you and me.
So, I’ll not be dining with you again, my dear;
Your beauty goes no deeper than your skin, I fear.
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