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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!