WHEN THE WIND's SO HARD THAT THE CRACKS IN THE OLD HOUSE MOAN
LIKE A TIRED OLD GHOST OF A LOVE LONG GONE,
MISERABLY WANDERING ALONE.
WE WILL SIT BEFORE THE FIRE, TOASTING MARSHMALLOWS OVER THE COALS.
HOT CHOCOLATE WARMS OUR BODIES AND SOULS;
POPCORN WAITS IN THE BOWLS.
WE WILL ALWAYS BE TOGETHER, FOREVER HUSBAND AND WIFE.
WALKING HAND IN HAND FOR THE REST OF OUR LIFE
THOUGH THE WORLD WITH PROBLEMS IS RIFE.
August 17, 2021
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