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Nobody else ever thought about
They grow more interested.
Somewhere down the line (they both forgot)
A preacher reeled them in.
After Bermuda, the best night of their life,
Sometime over the next ten years
An egg dropped at least three times --
Triple patterings became common place.
Amused, bored, angered for awhile
Till they went away to the ivy.
After awhile TV didn't much matter
Anymore since they were basically
Caught up in own self cells.
Soooo they talked, toyed with counseling
And were rather frightened, one day, by
The realization that the (supposedly) departed
Patterings might just bring in another course
To gag on.
Finally, the winds took up her dress,
The thunder his jeans.
Both were uneasy for awhile.
Till readings and a little wine
Calmed them down.
"I rather like this wind," she said.
"Uh, so do I," he replied. "But, the
air conditioning."
No matter. They would just call in
The repairman.
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