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In the world constrained and quiet
A hundred forty is all you get
That's as many words per day
for love, chit-chat, work or dismay
When the phone rings, there is no hello
You point half-n-half for cafe on the go
In this world so different, adjusting to the new way
After spending forty-first, I am staying quiet today
Late at night, I call my love
A laboured silence greets my gentle "hey"
Slowly I whisper "I love you" thirty-two and a third times,
And then the two heats communicate in divine ways!
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