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<poem> Two cloves A cigar And a bowl; Drank until I could drink no more But she won’t go away. Nine tails of foxy love Swishing Touching my chin Reminding me of how long its been Since I shared a bed with another. (Maybe the fox is one hell of a lover.) She likes me. Thinks I’m funny. Suave. Romantic. Worth a shot. She hugs me and I feel warmth Under her auburn fur And I can’t help thinking that she just Maybe Might Be serious this time. All I have to do (simple as pie, she tells me) is grow a fox tail. </poem>