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There once was a boy named Gimmesome Roy
He was nothing like me or you
’Cause laying back and getting high was all he cared to do
As a kid, he sat in the cellar, sniffing airplane glue

SO I have kissed you
And this hour is mine
Its light along the level future lasts,
It crowns a drab eternity of Pasts

He tells you when you've got on too much
And helps you with your girdle when your hips stick
An interested poem for the times
These days, women do not wear girdles, but we all get what he means: husbands were/are good for somethings...

A single flow'r he sent me, since we met
All tenderly his messenger he chose;
Deep-hearted, pure, with scented dew still wet - One perfect rose
I knew the language of the floweret; 'My fragile leaves,' it said, 'his heart enclose

Perhaps she lives
In our dreams alone,
She whose face is
Illumined

We stopped at perfect daysand got out of the car
The wind glanced at her hair
It was as simple as that
I turned to say something—

A table cloth that's slightly soiled Where greasy little hands have toiled;
The napkins kept in silver rings,
And only ordinary things From which to eat, a simple fare,
And just the wife and kiddies there,

OD made a day of blue and gold,
Sweet as a violet,
As merry as a marigold;
It may be shining