(a sequel to @Fly10 , Returned Goods)
I am afraid we are closed for returns for the day.
This item can not be restocked, anyway.
It has grown in the light of your wonderful self
So large it may not be returned to the shelf
Where it sat for so long under cobwebs and dust.
I am begging you please, reconsider you must!
For your ramparts shall soon be a prison, instead,
And your heart, left to starve, shall itself soon be dead.
Such a hideous fate, this I can not abide,
For to see your heart wither, my own shall have died.
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