He lugs the grocery bag

He speaks not of the drag

That is her constant lag

in popcorn

As time for them is full

Of bliss in void of dual

Of grace in tangled rule

and cat hair

His snores are thick with words

As dawn throws out the birds

Their years yawn wide and merge

like mopeds

To end and yes begin

With time and time again

She turns to him the friend

and kicks him

He is her everything

He wears the wedding ring

She has not much to sing

without him…

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agw