There once lived a lass in Journal Square,
Looking for a guy, to make a handsome pair.
High and low, she aimed her search,
Alas, none could reach her lofty perch.
Not only must he read Proust, and dance merengue,
He also had to speak the same mother tongue !
And one fine day, in that skull so dense,
Flipped a switch, called common sense.
It happened to her, that crazy little thing called love,
With someone, who met none of the above
And so, let time be the ultimate test,
In the meantime, all the best !
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