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My kindhearted knight's
king-sized kisses
knock my knees.
With a kamikaze kick
of kinetic energy,
he kidnapped my kingdom.
No kidding.
His kindred key fit my keyhole keenly.
Knowingly kneading my knobs,
his kayak entered my kitchen.
He has a knavely knack for
kindling kilowatts under the kettle.
Kinkily kissing my kiwi,
Kermit kept his kazoo in my kiln
until we keeled over,
completely kaput.
It was karmic!


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