Time's running short
Before I leave to see ya;
So you may not get
As many lines as Lucia.
How's the weather been there?
My stoop is a dock.
I'm glad life with you
Has been more than small talk.
They say the twenties
Roared without strife,
Some prodigy remaining
Twenty-something for life.
The age of the present
I know not what to call;
But that you're here in it
Brings joy to us all.
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