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Outwitted

I lost the battle
I lost the strife
Of having you as my lovely bride
Not because my love was false
Nor for any petty cause
I was true and so were you
But somehow I lost it______

Why? you ask the same reply
One small error to judge the length
To be fooled by the friendly way
That he welcomed you and greeted
Has done not much to you
But just left me outwitted !

Comments

Prince K. said…
H'm. We have all lost such a battle at some point of time.
At least I have...

Good blog you have here. Although I could offer some constructive criticism if you want.
Prince K. said…
Ok. Here it goes.

1.) STOP COMMENTING BACK IN SMS-LANGUAGE OR PUNCTUATION-LESS ENGLISH...
And no abusive words too, please.
At least not to me.

2.) I suppose it's a little obvious that the background really takes off the joy of reading the text.
Either
a.) Change the background to a darker picture.
b.) Remove it.
OR
c.) Make the colour of the font better suited for the background.

I'd choose a or b. But it's no compulsion.

3.) I think the divide between the sidebar and the posts is too much.
If I am not wrong, I think it was purposefully done so that the guitar shows up.
If not then decrease the Great Divide!

That's basically it. Keep blogging like a blogger {And not blogist!}
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