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Romance is not  Dead

Your glass eye’s on the dresser
Your leg’s hung on the wall
Your hearing aids beside you
It’s no damn use at all
Your teeth are in the water glass
Smiling up at me
The same one’s I bought for you
In nineteen sixty three

Your face is a mass of wrinkles
Your tits have headed south
You’re snoring like a walrus
And dribbling at the mouth
But honey I still love you
Your faults to me are fine
So on this very special day
Please be my valentine!
Written by blocat
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