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The luck of love Life implies faith in one form or other Sometimes that faith is overshadowed Even destroyed by too long in a bar Too long on the road or too handy with The fists
Beaten love like beaten eggs is easy Every coward can beat an egg And every coward can beat the love Out of a good woman
Takes a real man to farm a crop of love Give a girl a good life and a good home I'd never heard of the luck of love But I have heard of the man who brings Love and contentment home with him Each night wrapped up in a kiss
© Joseph G Dawson Vote for this poem
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