I loved to marry two girls
For their hues and shades but
didn’t.
I met them, thirty years
after.
I was relieved that I didn’t
marry.
Both turned dull with low
brain.
The budding beauty is a bad
barometer.
One’s looks are a lure to a
lad
By which he loses his head and
is caught.
06.10.2003
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