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The trek to the remote mountains and back

Had well extricated me from the track



Of infatuation I got bogged down with memory

Of Loveit who clearly I lost to the nunnery



But the one thing remaining now was a ticket

I'd planned to give her – it was the last thicket



I got myself still entangled; who would merit it?

On a clean slate I'd started my new love tweet



But something