Melting

If I had love
I could call myself male

If I was on a date and wanted to be male
I would put my arm around my mate

If I fight a Dane and had recently become male
I might fall down pitch-black lane

If I had hate and was male
I could gulp down some malt

If I was sane and not male
I would halt before four horsemen

If I had hate couldn’t be male
Let’s just say I would melt.





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