Even the Beatles are passé now

And dear old Frank Sinatra fades;

On Flower Power they've pulled the shades,

And on that little Red Book of Mao

That's life- when time goes flying by,

We age and some survive, some die

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Yet still at bedtime, midnight passed,

We're here, you're on my bedside table,

And long before I tire we're able

To chat about things: "Time goes fast!-

"Cass near forty, would you believe!?"

Sad in a way but we won't grieve....

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Me: "what do you think of this so far?"

You: "Rubbish!" We love our bit of fun

And though reduced from two to one

In physical terms that cannot mar

A love that's lasted years and years,

And will until time disappears

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Though way past one, the world asleep,

They've still a rendezvous to keep:

Peter and Allie in love so deep.

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