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Some folk have hidden agendas,
they set up their words in a line.
They’ll argue black’s white,
for most of the night,
whilst leading you on all the time.
They’ll agree with most you are saying,
conceding points, one or two
but deep down inside
they’re along for the ride,
putting one over on you.
Love has no hidden agenda,
Love keeps no record of wrongs,
Patient and kind,
no envy you’ll find,
to Love these do not belong.
1 comment:
I like all your poems but this one spoke to me tonight. Keep up the great work, your blog is really coming along nicely :)
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