Your first snub.
Or should I own it?
It's hard to tell so young.
Is the very thing,
That would make me turn it down,
Be the thing that makes them run.
I wouldn't have accepted,
I'd have had to tell you why.
You'd have begged, thrown a paddy,
And how, oh how, you'd cry.
So the lack of an invite,
Is really a immediate sweet gift,
But it stung to think you'll lose out,
In the long run, so I'm miffed.
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