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Chance
It was inevitable as is all chance
the random chance of circumstance
were we to know the train was late
the plane missed,soaring without us?
There was time to kill, to wait
and so we sat, drank tea,talked,
strangers in an airport lounge
travelling alone,chasing the sun
chance again, hotel the same.
An angel,guide and guardian,
on board we sat together.
The flight was long,we slept,
heads close,chance no more
dreams now,'Chance be kind'
leave us, but for awhile,
we have less need now . .
but do not go,stay close.
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