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I can’t say I don’t like it to be single,

I’m of the sort who likes to mingle.

I like to chat and get to know,

I’m looking for a certain kind of soul,

A mellow heart,

Loving and never cold.

One that wants and never lets go,

To be a heart attached ’til old,

That has to be a kind of gold,

To find a soul, to match your own.

I guess you could say it’s a kind of goal,

But is that what all folk want?

It could be it’s not for some.

N.T.J 11/09/16©