That time of year
Is nearly here
When folks do things
For those held dear,
And every year,
It’s long been clear,
Some will struggle,
Wracked with fear
That they, through sheer
Folly, near
Will miss their mark
And bring forth tears.

I know it well,
And I can tell
Who find themselves
In that small hell;
I hear them yell
In fear. I sell
At least one way
To ring the bell,
Escape that hell
And the death-knell
Relationship’s;
I do it well.

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