Yes, I may have kissed death a time or two,
But only on the cheek and never on the lips.
I may have held her bony hand in mine,
And walked with her a way
But touched no other part of her.
I have led some other fellows to her house,
But stayed outside and politely held the door.
I am not jealous; let them consort with her.
She is ever patient, and her favors
Are shared equally with all.
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