A Philosophical Question For Anyone Who Has An Idea

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A philosophical question for anyone who has an idea.

Imagine my hands are a set of scales.
In my right hand I hold this crazy little thing called love.

You can choose anything you want to place in my left hand
And I will not set limits;
But, of course, you will fail.

What would you choose to balance the scales in your favour?
Please tell me your opinion…
If you have one.

(C)2018 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

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