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How is it that the bath gets cold,
Yet, my love for them never gets old!
love is not a vacuum
love reaches in

a hand to wipe the sweat from your face
a word of encouragement

a poem on your lips
a listening ear

a gift of laughter
to laugh at yourself.
People they may cry
Because life is slipping past
Time they cannot buy
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