Last Row

June 13, 2012
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For times are coming, and there going.
But every time to time the feeling is prime.
My love for you, is deep I'm sure.
While all the lyrics rhyme.
The hymn's sing and our hearts grow.
We find one another, at the bottom row.
Shoe's are clicking, and clocks are ticking.
We are the last, last in the row.

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