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This is the tale of the letter named I,
a lonely author who lived life with a sigh.
Typing her treatise on the common green pea,
I encountered a problem while pressing one key.
The harder she pushed, the worst was still true...
I declared to herself:
I'm missing my U!
A panic seized I and she looked to the sky,
confirming her fear that all was awry.
I dashed through the city and away from the crowds,
fleeing the streets and all that was loud.
Climbing a cliff
overlooking the C,
I searched for a sign that would answer her plea.
My writing is hindered,
my home life is stark...
Upon a journey for U
I must now embark!
She hopped on a ship
and it sailed double-quick.
Clutching her side,
I felt quite see [sic].
She arrived at a jungle
all filled with suspense.
The lump in her throat
said she'd moved well past tense.
The b's, they were buzzing,
the blue j's flew near,
but I gathered her courage and slashed past her
fear.
She burst through to a vista all cloaked in blue,
and I's eyes slowly widened as they took in the view.
Umbrellas, ukuleles, and UFOs, too!
All could be found in this haven of U.
You're welcome to stay, but you won't see much here.
When the birds flew away, so went the cheer.
The fish are long gone,
no key lime pie...
there's plenty of sorrow, but not even one --
I!
She peered at his face, kind, handsome, and true.
I am none but I...U, is that you?
You looked at me then like I will never forget,
and I took your hand on that day that we met.
So, that is the story, according to me,
of how I found U, and they became
we.