Sugar-IceCream

The girl and her boy, they loved one another. The roses they gave the other. And he would laugh, "That doesn't rhyme, dear author! Please try something else!" But I wouldn't. And she would laugh, "That does rhyme, dear author! Rhyming is amateur! Please try something else!" But I wouldn't. They would play silly things, such as hand games, or throwing stones, this was my idea. How much I regret. There were about ten million papers sitting on my floor, they all looked rather sad. "Why do you hate me? Pick me up, and begin to fix me! Fix all my errors, make them better, MAKE THEM BETTER!" Then I threw them into a fire. He came to my h