If I could say that we disapprove mildly
With a tepidness dull to the touch
I'd politely scold the young and the childly
With a glance that is cool but not much
Found extravagance may, in moments of yearning
Exicte some small measure of angst
Or an unreturned call, just might be a spurning
Or a gesture of love gone unthanked
But mostly it's I, in this feeling by me
Mildly disaproving perfectionately
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