And Counting
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You say
you hope
that I will still
love you
when you’re
77.
And I say: “Well,
...no! ”
I was hoping to
love you at least
until
you were
97
& then
take out a lease
on whatever’s left
even to
infinity and beyond.
Or as
the old Irish
marriage proposal puts it:
”How
would you like to be
buried with my people! ”
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