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Benjamin Dean Wilson
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My Wife
I'd like to steal some more of your time Pack your galoshes in a suitcase with mine It started out as nothing then grew to be more I'll hold your hand as you walk through my door Lay down right here if your head is in pain You can share all my pillows, you can share my name Sometimes this life's more than one can bear I'll hold your hand as we say our prayers I can see you squealing in a field of wet grass As I turn off the sprinklers and our children run past They start out in diapers, now wear suits and ties I'll hold your hand when they bring home their wives A long time from now these lips will be dirt My bones will be rotten, but our spirits will still work I'll love you, my wife, in that unearthly state And I'll hold your hand as we walk through that gate
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