he likes it sour
she likes it bitter
when the two meet at the coffee table
they wont let it mingle
(he chooses arabian gals
she prefers robust guys)
so they let the stirrer
freeze in their fingers
stand stiff as fuzzy rifles
in the hands of raging soldiers
and as things go sideways
they choose the happy ways
just like railways...
side by side perfectly abreast
never depart yet forever apart
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