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Falling in Love at Forty

You got kind eyes and it cuts right through the tangle.
The kind that save me when Iím all beat and mangled.
Iíve been fortified at every pass and angle,
but Anjolie, I got your name down on my ankle.  
 
From serving me you can see that Iíve had plenty,
Ďcause if you gave me one, you must have gave me twenty.
Iím not the type of guy to get touchy when Iím tipsy,
but Anjolie, Iíd walk you home, baby, if youíd let me.
 
And Iím not as cold as I pretend to be.
Just ask my kids down in Texas and Tennessee,
or my ex wife, we still talk from time to time.
When did we decide that falling in love at forty is a crime?
 
You got two heads and the worry of a mother.
Did I say that? Just ignore my drunken druther.
And somehow youíre gone and anotherís in my sight.
Anjolie, tomorrow babe, Iíll get it right.
hgnichols
Written by hgnichols (Harry Nichols)
Published | Edited 5th Nov 2019
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