“Shall I
Let life pass me by?
At night
Comes the pleasure of sinning
With women
Of a rather particular kind.
Yet beyond the delight
Of sinning and women
I find
The night
Where love and lust
Are nought but dust.”
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K Morris - Poet 
I can imagine that this is very true. Have a good day Kevin.
Thank you, Lorraine. You too, have a good weekend.