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They met When but sixteen, She called herself His ****** Queen,* And he her ****** King.* Thus they remained Til seventeen, When his lowered drawbridge Breached the moat, And for forty years He paddled her boat. But coldness grew, The ice-palace too, She was an Ice Queen, His armor tarnished, His sword was sheathed, The Lady and her King Severed bonds, Relinquished rings And set new realms and dreams. He's a western-style S.O., He didn't know Cowgirls rode backwards. He's now a sexagenarian, And the Ice-Palace, A planetarium.
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Dec 15, 2015
Dec 15, 2015 at 9:56 AM UTC
The Sexagenarian
They met When but sixteen, She called herself His ****** Queen,* And he her ****** King.* Thus they remained Til seventeen, When his lowered drawbridge Breached the moat, And for forty years He paddled her boat. But coldness grew, The ice-palace too, She was an Ice Queen, His armor tarnished, His sword was sheathed, The Lady and her King Severed bonds, Relinquished rings And set new realms and dreams. He's a western-style S.O., He didn't know Cowgirls rode backwards. He's now a sexagenarian, And the Ice-Palace, A planetarium.
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Dec 15, 2015
Dec 15, 2015 at 9:56 AM UTC
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