I walk by you
You smile at me
I like that look in your eye
Chances are I could say hello
Chances are I could walk on by
Chances are you think the same
Could it be destiny
Or a thing called fate
It is in my hands either way
This thing called chance
Comes once when it comes
Only action could tell
Nice to meet you
Your glad we did
Fate taken in hand
Life is more beauitful.
By Jonathan Tranter
August 31st, 1999
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