This App, it pulls my heart with such a force
I fear it may yet tear it from my breast
Each line, each word, all found in single source
Each sweet embrace, each dagger's blow, each jest
And yet I would one feature had it graced
With full advantage of the three point o
I yearn for operant powers of cut and paste
That I, my microblog, might overflow
I thus entreat thee humbly to confer
This gift I'd treasure more than fragrant myrrh
