Well! A fair spring Monday morn and you are here 

And there’s a bustle – ‘getting on with things’

Maybe today, this week, hope will take wings

And fly into fulfilment – Ah, my dear

Then we will see for starters some bright cash

To lighten up the balance and an ease

Will lighten too our steps – but though it please

Us to have dough, without your kiss it’s trash,

Without your touch, though Van Goghs line the wall,

Without your love, the lottery’s less than small

Without your gorgeous self, nothing at all

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