DiNiAl
Their was certainly no dinial
That yeah the fool was then l
When thinking of her a while
I'd say she was though sly!
Give a yard she'd take a mile!
Yes their is no word of a lie;
When everything turned vile
My question where, when, why?
At times perhaps a little infantile!
Though now she has passed me by
Their is certainly no dinial
The fool was then l.
Again last minite left over words from trial and error poem idea 2014....
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