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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