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Lovers
Lovers
They had stopped by a lay by
He had left his car, the motor running
There was so little time.
Sat in her car kissing and fumbling
Loins afire and hearts of betrayal.
There was so little time he had to go home
To his wife and she had a husband.
Poor couple I hope they wake up in time
Stolen love is transient
But its consequence devastating.
poem
by
Oskar Hansen
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