Is it love, or is it lust?
Is it a hurricane, or just a gust?
Is it great passion, or is it a bust?
Will it blow over, like the wind blows dust?
To be secure, find out we must,
If it be love, or if it be lust.
Will it lay on the ground and turn to rust?
Is it pie filling, or just the crust.
10/21/10 Alton Texas
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