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Mar 2015
Love could be the sad fling of an old dog
Who could be brought to his senses
With a rolled up newspaper.

Love could be the expression of a lifelong love
Of two who became one many years ago, who
Grow together in perfect moments in time.

How do you know how do you tell?
Is our love the real thing?
A fulfilling passion
Or just a foolishness
In our old age?

This frustration can make an imbalance in our lives

Because

Love is not just another choice on the menu.
Ian Beckett
Written by
Ian Beckett  Dublin and Vienna
(Dublin and Vienna)   
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     Nancy E Tracy and Ian Beckett
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