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Hay Ride
<< by Jonathan Robin >>
However the story is told,
take issue as tissues you fold,
let cold Winter's hand wringing,
turn to Spring that’s spent singing
fresh vision illusions remould.
Notwithstanding how passion burned bold,
Cupid's wings seemed soon clipped, Love turned cold
when where donging and dinging
the telephone ringing
reminds one of lover on hold.
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