He thought in prose everyday.

And in prose he made his way.

His head held the heart in check.

The heart had no choice to make.

Often it would in a silent mourn -

Stifle a sigh and a silent groan!

His head preferred nothing less.

The heart kept trying nevertheless.

Then deep inside he heard it's voice.

One day thus he made the choice.

And to hi...

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