True Grit-itude
You are so kind to always think of me,
To let me know the error of my ways,
To guide me, chide me, Procrustes bed-ize me,
To nip my heels whene'er my footstep strays--
Five minutes alone in an alley, you snit,
And I'll show you how much I appreciate it!
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