I thought I’d write a little love story in rhyme

About Margaret and Henry in their long ago time

They loved in the era of mini skirts and lava lamps

Of kissing contests they were the supreme champs

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There were the Byrds The Beatles and The Rolling Stones

Henry was always jonesing for Margaret’s bones

Margaret still loves Henry’s handsome brown eyes

Sixty years later there are still no other guys

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They have been wed for fifty five years

And prefer green tea now and not many beers

The pair remain active and spry

Fish dinners they broil and no longer fry

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Margaret reads Keats to her long time hubby

Henry reads Joyce to his girl whom he calls his sweet Mubby

The pair take long early morning walks

They listen to Brahms and have close involved talks

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Margaret and Henry live in the same home

They take brief trips but far they don’t roam

Henry takes pride in his perfect front lawn

Margaret bakes bran muffins Saturdays at dawn

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Out front is a maple they planted when wed

Out back they planted a blue spruce instead

One doesn’t see many couples like this pair

She loves him always and she’s his lady fair

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