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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=420280" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Temptation</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=420280" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">We have many faces<br>but we are all the same: <br>the drudges of existence, <br>the drones in life's great game.<br>My best days are behind me, <br>my race is nearly run.<br>I get up for work each morning, <br>its been years since its been fun.<br>I am wedded to a woman<br>whose passion has grown cold.<br>I have worry lines around my eyes<br>to remind me I am old<br>* * * * *<br>I met this girl on Thursday, <br>The memory makes me hard: <br>Perhaps she was the Devil's snare, <br>Perhaps a gift from God.<br>Her perfume was alluring<br>Her hair brunette and long.<br>Her posture was inviting, <br>unless I read her wrong.<br>She'd been recently divorced<br>surely there's nothing wrong with that: <br>She had finally shed her man<br>and had yet to get a cat.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=420280" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">On my finger, a reminder, <br>a band of gold I saw.<br>to be yet another cheater<br>would offend me to the core.<br>So we chatted and had coffee<br>Cheek kissed in parting, nothing more.<br>Another battle won<br>in a nasty little war.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=John+F.+McCullagh">John F. McCullagh</a></strong></div>