Love of a Fool

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He’s a fool when he’s drunk,

but a prince when he’s sober;

sweet as can be,

but no four leaf clover.

He gets into trouble

but he has my heart,

or at least for the moment,

and still when we part.

Until I get my sense back

I’ll walk in a daze,

thinking of him constantly,

lost in his gaze.





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