The first day of the rest of our life
For which with you the best summing up
Is pain, joy, love, a little strife
But love always anyway – you’re nice
I don’t need being told that twice.
And where Rose goes, who knows?
Right now I know she sleeps
When I’m spark out, she’ll be about...
We Argue – harmony has some bum notes
Uninterrupted bliss is not our scene
My poems suggest our love has nothing mean...
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