Array ( [sid] => 184741 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => The Survey [time] => 2017-12-27 11:59:33 [hometext] => Everyone has a different answer! [bodytext] => A hundred thousand answers rose;
To the question I proposed.

All were honest; none the same;
As different as from whom they came!

What is love? My letter asked;
And what would you have said to that?

Well, to this day I still dont know;
Which answers wrong or right, and so

That leaves us just one litmus test;
To ask that someone we know best;
What is love? And should we find;
Their answer matches ours in kind;

Would that fragile supposition;
Be sufficient definition;
To invest your heart once more?
Knowing what might be in store?

Only gamblers take that chance;
On luck; on crazy circumstance!

All promises, no guarantees;
On worse odds than the lottery!
No ali ali oxen free!

We have to opt to take our lumps;
No one falls until they jump!

Until we do, well never know;
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The Survey
Date: Wednesday, 27th December 2017 @ 11:59:33 AM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: softerware
A hundred thousand answers rose;
To the question I proposed.

All were honest; none the same;
As different as from whom they came!

What is love? My letter asked;
And what would you have said to that?

Well, to this day I still dont know;
Which answers wrong or right, and so

That leaves us just one litmus test;
To ask that someone we know best;
What is love? And should we find;
Their answer matches ours in kind;

Would that fragile supposition;
Be sufficient definition;
To invest your heart once more?
Knowing what might be in store?

Only gamblers take that chance;
On luck; on crazy circumstance!

All promises, no guarantees;
On worse odds than the lottery!
No ali ali oxen free!

We have to opt to take our lumps;
No one falls until they jump!

Until we do, well never know;
(A hundred thousand times or so)!

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