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Today, I present to you (all)

The Sea Animals Poem
Seahorse..
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Babylobster..
Daisymoon?

I get so wierd sometimes that it inspires me. Now that I'm actually thinking of dear boyfriend, there's this little urge to note down some quirks.
I buy myself gerberas because my candyheart doesnt.
My candyheart has an almost non-existent goatee under his lips that barely grows.
I adore his pecs-- wait, what pecs?
Dialogue below is a typical phone call.
"Hello, this is (insert witty/cheeky line here) delivery. May I take your order please?"
May I order a 'hot guy'?
"sorry there's no such thing. we only have _______"
Oh, then can I order... you? You must be hot.
He holds the door/carries shopping bags for me because, he says, he is a gentleman.
Then he emphasizes on the word gentle,
while giving me that I'm-a-guy-who-holds-a-purse look.

Then he walks around with me, limping his hand and perking his bum.