"Dear friend, as you know
Your flowers are withering,
Your mother's gone insane,
Your leaves have drifted away,
But the clouds are clearing up,
And I've come reveling,
Burning incandescently,
Like a bastard on the burning sea.
You're just like your father,
Buried deep under the water.
You're resting on your laurels
And stepping on my toes."
she bears great comparison to man's best friend when described in one hundred eighty words or less.
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