In bits of time you were a bullet,
Aimed at a stacked man's heart,
Flying at heartless speed to hurt,
A little golden pebble of death.
You slipped through wind unnoticed,
Whistled like happy man on a walk,
Crept aboard with a touch of icy warmth,
And embedded thy kiss in a man's heart!
You watched his heart break into bits,
Listened to his cries of please,
Your goodbye kiss wrecked his bliss,
Alone in the night he missed his missus.
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