My name is ‘Comma',
In love with ‘Full stop',
Whose fragrant aroma,
Ignites my buried hope.
I even cajole the words on a daily basis,
To help me earn ‘Full stop', my darling,
But they rather act like Juliet's relatives,
Alas! I wish I were an archaic King!
Like the rail lines' vain struggle to unite,
We are so close evermore, yet so remote.
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