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Eighteen Years (rewrite)
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Eighteen Years (rewrite) |
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John Yaws Senior Member
since 1999-10-09
Posts 860Texas 
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Eighteen years of toil and tears Going down the drain... Where in our hearts love was a flame Cold ashes now remain. The song of love we both once heard Turned to the sad refrain- Eighteen years of toil and tears Going down the drain. Our plans for our retirement age Became a sad old joke And growing old together, babe All that went up in smoke. The joy we felt together died- And turned to nagging pain Eighteen years of toil and tears Going down the drain. There was a time when all our friends Called our match, Heaven made- How can a love like we had then, Slowly ebb and fade? Until those memories so sweet- Our bitterness, do stain... Eighteen years of toil and tears. Going down the drain. |
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Elizabeth
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Member Ascendant
since 1999-06-07
Posts 6871Minnesota |
Once again, wonderful job, Gunslinger. It works either way. ------------------ Nail to the mast her holy flag, Set every threadbare sail- And give her to the god of storms, The lightning and the gale! -Oliver Wendell Holmes |
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