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A Hammer Seeking a Nail
Well, he was a hammer, seeking a nail;
She was a sweet girl, so precious and frail.
It seemed like a mismatch; one forged in hell.
But strange things occur when love casts its spell.
He was hot-tempered, but she soothed his soul.
Soon they were working toward the same goal.
He would protect her from all of life's ills —
She knew there'd be thrills, and maybe some spills.
He could be violent, but never with her.
Locked safe in his arms, love's passions did stir.
He, a rough diamond, and she, a smooth pearl;
Attraction was strong for this boy and girl.
We all know that love can often be blind;
A curious occurrence, blighting mankind.
But sometimes these things are just meant to be;
We may call it fate, or true destiny.
No longer a hammer, seeking a nail,
The boy wed the girl, and here ends my tale!
-RH-
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