One Hundred : Four By Six

Feb 14

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A Valentine’s Day poem?

Certainly. (Who needs clichés)

ONE HUNDRED

He was seventy-two
While she was twenty-eight.
A round number – Perfect!
Though only they thought that.

About Ben Naga

The Spirit that graces me with its passing has no name and stems not from thoughts and words, though it gathers them up as it flows, but from feeling.

Posted on February 14, 2020, in Four By Six, Poetry and tagged , , . Bookmark the permalink. 10 Comments.

  1. slpmartin | February 14, 2020 at 7:01 pm

    Hmm…a most interesting relationship.

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  2. Exploring Alura | February 14, 2020 at 7:08 pm

    I find I believe Perfection is much like Beauty, as it is seen in the mind of the beholder. The fact that two share the same definition of Perfect – well that makes it all that much more beautiful to behold!

    Much love to you on this Blessed Day of LOVE.

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  3. willowdot21 | February 14, 2020 at 9:13 pm

    No one’s business but theirs 💜

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  4. Sue Dreamwalker | February 15, 2020 at 3:00 pm

    Haha…. Whats a Number…. if love is in the Air… 🙂

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