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| The Lexington Minuteman representing John Parker |
The fourth kiss
She probed him to it
He wasn't up for it
She tried one last time
But no thoughts rhymed
As she whined
He changed his mind
Kissed the rifle
Thrice
And that was the price
But her, he missed
So once more he kissed
She felt it, she felt him
Joy filled to its brim
She loves him to bits
In his arms she merrily fits
The fourth kiss
