A Four-Leaf Haiku
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Foglia d'Oro
He was a stickler,
and spent his day in search of
her little tickler.
She said dear fellow
your dipstick is too scrawny,
and soft as Jell-O.
He nodded sagely,
it's why I'm into searching,
and did you page me?
Keep looking, really,
it's lingual persuasion,
I'm giving freely.
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