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Aug 2016
her
hair all Prell and Aqua Net
mine all Brylcreem
gives away our ages
but not our amour
I asked her out to dinner
she said why don't I cook something
in
I showed up at her door
with gathered wild flowers
and a bottle of Chardonnay
she cooked my favorite dinner
Spaghetti and garlic bread
and we watched
Breakfast at Tiffany's
until I fell asleep next to her on the couch
snoring
I thought it sweet she covered me up
and left a wildflower
from her bouquet on my pillow
we may  be old and the vigor dimmed
but we are still romantics
deep down
within.
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