David, I really don't think you need to worry about the frequency of high quality tit-poems that you're currently emanating. I mean, it's just the first stirrings of your soul. You've been through a tough time, your soul is worn down to a nub, things are finally on the up, and the love of breasts is just the first thing to come back. Roll with it. After depression, a lot of times the first thing I can manage to enjoy is a computer game, or a fantasy novel. You're digging tits. It's perfectly normal.
After a grey winter -
the first sapling.
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