Oh honey

Don’t let them tell you

You’re of clover

Sure it’s nice

But you are something so very special

No, my dear, clover doesn’t describe you

Your sweetness

Your complexity

Your enchanting subtleties

No, my darling, my saccharine honeycomb

You are of the finest order

So when they say you’re of clover

You look them dead in the eye

And tell ‘em you’re tupelo

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