Googlenope

Can’t predict in too much hope,
You and me, the Googlenope.

On this bridge I sit but cope,
Roof and desk of Googlenope.

You the beauty, me a dope?
Secret weeks, to Googlenope.

I type again, that word hope,
Singing songs of Googlenope.

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