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Jul 2018
I could never be sure
for life has its own way
of doing things. It doesn't
consult me whichever the day.
It's like an unknown game we play
each holding a hidden card
not to be given away.
Only this can I  safely say
for no favour do I plead
in bargaining I would not engage
joys and sorrows I accept
we meet, we part
at the end of day-
a brief encounter
but enough--
the story is then over.
Written by
Dr Peter Lim  M/Victoria, Australia
(M/Victoria, Australia)   
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   Jasmine dryer
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