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Ticking Clocks


You’re my Cleo, Venus/Aphrodite,
Helen of Troy, Miss Dyamitee,
You gladden my heart,
Dilate my pupils,
State-of-the-art,
Love quadrupled.


My hair may not be as bouffant as Russell’s.
Be as bonnie as Johnnie with Arnie’s muscles,
But I’m not, quite yet, past my prime,
Our clocks continue to tick in time,
And I’ll always be happy to call you mine.

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