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The Game Of Love

 

A hundred nights out, a thousand even or more

And yet we meet unknown and unknowing

A hundred bars, a hundred bar maids

A thousand pints of lager

Chit chat and chat up lines unleashed

Smiles flashed, charm dispensed liberally

And all for us to meet, unknowing

Chance, fate, call it what you will

The hidden hand of the universe

Brought us here to meet

To talk and chat and smile

And dance the ritual of love

So now we’ve met let’s enjoy ourselves

For there’ll be tears before we’re through

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Starfish

Sun 14th Jul 2013 17:58

I really like this Steve. It is very insightful. Is the shape of the poem intentional? It's urn-like.
Best wishes
Starfish

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