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It would have happened anyway

Remember the time you forgot your lines
In that play you were in at the village hall
The crowd got angry and chucked pork pies
In the air, on the ceiling and up the walls
It would have happened anyway

We went out on a date and we got back late
You suggested a coffee to round things off
But I explained that I’d got a lot on me plate
You took it the wrong way and binned me off
It would have happened anyway

Then disaster struck, you were hit by a truck
On the way to work as you crossed the road
The driver was on his mobile phone,
it was just bad luck, ‘cos he didn’t give a...damn
Perhaps fate just dealt us both a lousy hand
and It would have happened anyway?
The Urban Poet 2019

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