Love seemed a friendly game at first–
So how was I to know
You would, when Fortune frowned a bit,
Broadcast it blow by blow?
And yet, your talking as you did
Should never be derided:
Until you downed it well with words,
My love was undecided!
by Ray Romine Friday, August 30, 1946
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Media name: Ladies Home Journal
Date Submitted: 06/27/1952
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Date Submitted: 08/05/1952
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Date Submitted: 09/26/1952
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