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But
Me? Corny?
No.
But...
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...
I dream that I could go to war
simply so a picture of her is nestled
in my top shirt pocket
at all times.
I'm still not corny, man.
But...
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I fill my mind with thoughts of entering Noah's ark with
her for a (150 day) date
Hand in hand
As a pair of anteaters
(makes long-distance kissing easier)
I'm still not corny.
But...
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I sometimes hope that I need a blood transfusion from
her every 42 days so that I can always have
a piece of her
with me
at all times.
I'm not corny.
But...
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...
But everyday,
Without fail
I pray that one day at the ripe age of 70
I could
herd my grandchildren around my chair so
I could
explain every little thing that she did that
would humble even Frane Selak,
Only for her to come in and yell
"You left the dishes, again"
in that hypnotizing voice that I know all too
well to which we all will erupt in laughter
and-and-and....
Ok.
I'm corny.
Damn it.
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