I put my heart through the heart wash,
got the oil changed, got it inspected.
They said, This, this and this.
And I brought it back to the shop.
I wrapped my heart in wax paper,
pounded it with a rolling pin,
rolled it out into a crust,
and baked it in the oven.
I served it to company.
I tossed my heart into the air with my left hand,
and whacked it with an aluminum bat.
Not bad, I picked the grass off it,
and threw it up again.
I put my heart into storage boxes,
with all my other hearts.
The shredding company took the lot.
New hearts keep coming in the mail.
You didn't break my heart, I did.
And now I know it doesn't.
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