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Fifty words for love and I,
Cannot think of any, why?
Is it ignorance or bitterness,
Or something else I can't confess.
Perhaps it's greed and I the fool,
A sharpened edge, a cynics tool
Or maybe love just lies in wait
For the perfect moment, and I'm the bait.
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Or maybe love just lies in wait, for the perfect moment and I'm the bait. Nicely Done!!!
Bait is a great poem! Great work!