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Choose wisely Take your time and choose wisely For love’s not a game, don’t get caught In the draught of a wild arrows aim. Be wise to the fact that not all love Is fair, a card sharp’s illusion, a Carnival dare.
Love on the one hand is a matter of Luck, a card dealt at random, a pea Under a cup. A roll of the dice, a Spin of the wheel, but sometimes it Turns out that fantasy’s real.
A man in a million, a girl in a crowd, Who’d have thought it, who’d have Dreamt it, what a turn up and How! Like a bolt from the blue, love can Alter your course, take your heart by Surprise, give you reason for thought.
A page in a diary, writ so long ago, Tells of love that was steady in more Ways than one. A reference therein To a Sunday school smile, a kiss and
A promise, a home and first child.
© Joseph G Dawson
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