I am a rather random soul,
Not given to romance.
I dare not pester or pursue,
I leave a lot to chance.
I cannot read the fairer sex,
They remain to me elusive.
Therefore I am barely unaware,
Why one'd choose me exclusive.
I know that via my cluelessness,
Relationships I've fumbled.
But I'll not fret for milk that spilt,
Or otherwise has tumbled.
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