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Jun 2019
She was a very pretty girl, she had so many friends
Life was one big party, the fun it never ends
She had so many suitors, they all had played their parts
She played it fast and loose, a string of broken hearts    
If life was so much fun, why was she so alone
She was tired of being fake, her heart had turned to stone
She wanted someone genuine, she was ready to atone
He came into her life as if upon a cyclone
He came in out of nowhere, he blew in with the wind
She thought he was the one that could take away her sin
He was cool beyond degree, he had a silver tongue
She fell for every line, her heart had come undone
He played her like a harp, he fondled every string
She was totally in love, she was ready for the ring
But life can be capricious, it's fraught with irony
He left her at the alter, he was nothing but a phony
In a  subtle twist of fate  he had given her the boot
She now experienced life on the other foot
A lesson to be learned, something that you should know
The paradox of  life:  You reap just what you sow.
Written by
duane hall  M/kennewick washington
(M/kennewick washington)   
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