love walks into a bar
sees hope drinkin' it away;
what's wrong, love asks
nothing's wrong, hope replies,
nothing is wrong...
love turns to fate the bartender
and orders two shots of everything.
Copyright © A.O. Taner | Year Posted 2017
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