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A Slippery Rink
An invitation hand written in ink
Candlelit dinner, wine to drink
A look, a sigh, a nod, a wink
A night of passion beyond the brink
Then it's over, quick as a blink
He's gone, like the missing link
Out on the town, in the pink
While she washes baby in the sink
Strange business, Love, don't you think?
Frog © 2001
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