A Quandaring
Wise men in love sit back on their haunches,
Letting their hair curl, developing paunches.
They darest not act 'cause they've got rationale,
They state as their eyes flick from gal unto gal.
Philosophers study the love of some things
They say must be thought and not strummed on
heartstrings.
To ignore what's in front, they will gaze up above,
'Cause they know that a fool is the wisest in love.
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