We awoke and rubbed each other gently
Another day close again
We'd been together forever
Following similar paths
Through winter's frost
We were never lost
Because we were
Close together
Intrusions laid on either of us
Were filled with pain and cussing
When damage is done it's done
No use with silly fussing
Usually aimed with purpose intent
With mild journey here twixt
Days end would find us quite content
No damage to be fixed
Air is craved and air received
Obtaining relief was sweet
We'd claw to be open and seek some repair 'cause
Folks hate smelly feet
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Very cute Ray! I thought at first it was about you and your wife.........then I had to re-read it after the last line. Very clever! Sincerely, Mary