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The Fragile Fickle Heart!Sometimes in a pickle, And quite often fickle, With a swing so wide and high! So tender and fragile, Then strong for a while, And mixed with laughter and sigh! It flows with creation, And exploding emotion, Then rests in the calm and the quiet! It warms in the smiling, Then it's forced into filing, And sleeps in the long dark night! Joy Weare. 29th December, 2005. Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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