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Chance
It was inevitable as all chance
random chance of circumstance
were we to know the train was late
a plane missed,soaring without us?
There was time to kill, to wait
so we sat, drank tea and 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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