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Mar 2022
You won’t know her from a picture, and some words underneath,
Or from a glance at a supermarket, or two, or four.
To really know, most people spend their time on hairline chances,
And I assume, some people think it’s worth just letting go.
That life’s not like how it is in stories; ones I've cherished.
But stories that were once worth telling.

For me, she has to do something,
Or vice versa: I have to do something:
An action says a lot about one’s heart.
So, I'll do things with love.
Stick down this path, that's meaningful.
And the one soul,
Of the few who’ve stayed in my life,
Will be the one,
And forever she’ll have my faith.
Written by
R N Tolliday  M/Melbourne
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