We were a pair for many years.
The number? Forty-four.
We had our laughs. We had our tears,
Domestic peace and war.
We made a stir and scaled some heights
But avalanched back down
Then, rose undaunted by the fights
And re-attained the crown.
While some days whimpered, some days roared.
I'd hope t'would never cease.
We lived the life we could afford:
Domestic war and peace.
Yet, there are things I truly rue
Within our ebb and flow,
The quiet days he never knew
How much I loved him so.
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