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I promise if you tell me yours
I’ll surely tell you mine
I’m pretty sure we will agree
Our lives would be divine

I wrote mine on a scrap of paper
But the wind blew it away
I hope it’s you who finds it
Before another, this I pray

Oh! You found it, I’m so glad
Just thrilled, beyond compare
You say you knew this all along
I didn’t think you’d care

See, I am just a tisket
Waiting patiently
For my perfect tasket
Then happy, we could be

Together, for the rest of time
Through dawn and dark of night
You will be my only one
And I, will be your light


March Writing Prompt:  A Tisket for a Tasket – Day 9/31

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