What be the end of this,
This that is lusterless
Lacking grace and revelry
Smacking of cheese and foolery
Smack right in the middle of
This god of a loch nettled
Greed of a Cohosh laden burden of man
But I left all that behind so that
I could love you better.
I wanted us to be the same that
was last time that we had fun,
but last not an hour less than
Fifty years
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