Our theories for loving steer us toward our partners.
Our fancy plans are left to fritter.
This socks the science into us as our partners size and weigh.
The wreaths of excuses we make are too large to fasten.
Also, we have no money.
The car industry will die and our dates will no longer be able to drive us around.
We will be forced cross on dark paths.
We will need to rendezvous while we eat.
We will suck the juice right out of the fruit.
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