Could you smother me with kisses each time I enter the room, even
though I've only been gone for thirty seconds?
Could you savor whatever I put in front of you, even though it's
straight from the can?
Could you forgive anything and never hold a grudge, especially when
it's my fault?
Could you be interested in meeting new poeple, but always come
back to me?
Could you take it in stride when I pull your nose out of other people's
business?
Could you always be thrilled to go on a drive or an errand, as long as
it's with me?
Could you prowl the streets and alleys for something unusual to
bring home?
Could you bury and forget any bones I pick with you?
Could you never bite my head off?
Could you not take it personally when I ask you to be quiet?
Could you cut loose and howl at the moon?
Could you be content if I fence you in?
Could you never chew me out?
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飛翔著的，是被過多形容詞包裝起來的感覺。
從來，就不是天使。