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The voice of Hank Williams slides round the room
Singing his words of love and despair
Calling to me across forty odd years
I've lived some, I've seen some I've been there.

The evening meal rests on my belly
As I sit and look at dear friends
Almost supine along the settee
A not quite pair of bookends.

There's a feeling of warmth in this house
That doesn't just come from the fire
It comes from their feelings of love and trust
Their air of fulfilled desire.

For every woman a husband and lover
To every man a mistress and wife
For the fortunate few
All four roles are played by just two
For a happy and simplified life.

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