Kuraudo777 wrote:
2) You walk around with a silly grin on your face all day.
That's happened to me oft.
Was, maybe, I in love?
A little thought's enough
To reckon love was naught:
There was noöne to love.
So silly face was mine,
Not that of those with spine,
Who smile because they love.
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