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Our Life
In the evening, when he's got the time to spend with me,
He goes and falls asleep watching TV,
Is it because we're now a wee bit old,
And our feelings for each other have perhaps grown cold,
No, not at all, it really just goes to show, how
Our life has turned into quiet contentment now.
poem
by
Ernestine Northover
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