Jerome, when you were a baby
your cheeks were chubby, perfect for kissing
handed from one sister to the next
you giggled often and liked to make them laugh
each one left you to make their fortune
you were alone too much of the time
changed from cute to handsome
went from one woman to the next
liked to make them laugh
they couldn't take you seriously
so they left you to seek their fortunes
you stopped laughing
too much loss, too many tears- your cheeks,
yearning for the return of all their kisses.
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