Opposites are made to be..
Over there is you...
Here's me...
Arguments..of little worth
Born of seeds...
Disguised by mirth
Happy happy..shows first scene
Slowly..Opposites turn mean
Not just one..no..both together
Familiar..practiced ways
Seems we're in for stormy weather
Hunkered down..the movie plays
Such a worn..redundant script
Pages from a life..some ripped
Pieces scattered to the wind
Come the morn..who knows
Who sinned?
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Author:
James Perrin (Pseudonym) (
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