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October 11, 2013
When the waves
on the shoreline
cease to exist,
and gone forever is
the morning mist-
I’ll still be loving you.
When the pyramids
collapse that are
older than time,
and church bells
never again do chime-
I’ll still be loving you.
When each year
the Christmas season
begins in December,
and the build up to it
no longer starts in September-
I’ll still be loving you.
When stores have sold all the
sofa’s, that in the world,
are for sale,
and every footballer is
as good as Gareth Bale-
I’ll still be loving you.
When men replace
the seat, along with
the toilet lid,
and women discover the
remote, from where it is hid-
I’ll still be loving you.
When I’ve taken leave
of my senses, and flown
to a paradise Isle,
with waves on the shoreline
making me smile-
I’ll still be loving you.
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