I was your ivy
hearing jingles
and quoting Groucho
you were needed in amphibious ways
you can’t expect this much vermilion
patience during
times of rosemary
so I became the indigo ice
in your cosmic cocktail
and dreamt of draping
you can’t suppress twinkles
in sensible aphorisms
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