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Now and Then
Age’s bony knuckle
(mean fighter) takes me in the mouth,
and as I spit another tooth out
I wonder if the lack’ll
offend you to see.
Never doubting that you do love me
and long for me as I do
long for you, love you.
… but toothless old?
Hard not to be repelled.