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The Man who Spoke in Haste
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For Print I lost the object of my love
By opening up my heart
But then she’d asked me to speak the truth
And I was honest from the start
Perhaps it was my eagerness
To share my world with her
In retrospect, I rushed too fast
as hindsight concurs
There was a man, who spoke in haste
Just to satisfy a whim
I hold more hope for a fool in love
Than I'll ever hold for him
