Yesterday I promised my man to write rhyming nonsense about gays, potatoes and a poached egg. First, I wanted to combine the topics but then decided it would be a mix yet unprecedented, to which I am not ready morally, mentally, or otherwise.
So let's keep 'em separated 'till better times:
I used to be gay -
Nothing bad at all, yey!
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