Love Story
Love Story
We met in a gale, a fury of omens, destiny has its ways.
She was black, and I white. Opposites do not attract. In any
park at any time in virtually any metropolis of any standardize size and depth, two would and can meet, two of any persuasion
or diffidentia, thereupon allaying all fears of ganorandum
Opporbruim. We kissed under the light of Venus, bells went off and the world was thus changed. She was black and I wasn't.
As Liberals, we........