Today in school we learnt to compromise
And learnt about a thing called censorship
And what each of these words itself implies
When we write things that cut worse than a whip.
So I had something inside I put out,
And my dumb bitterness it shattered you
With mournful sighs and cries you moped about
Until my posted sonnet I withdrew.
But I don't care, I didn't mean to harm
Our love which is more precious than all verse
Nor did I mean to cause you such alarm,
Or place on us some wicked voodoo curse.
For you and all the love with which I'm smitten
I'd burn up every word I've ever written.
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