A few stupid questions about Oreos and nudist camps,
and suddenly we find we are incompatible.
By their calculations, our love should never last,
yet we've hung on now for four sweet years.
Words on a page will never capture tender kisses or hungry embraces after mere hours of being apart.
Why must we be exactly alike before experts believe our love is real?
It's our differences--our little quirks--which add variety and excitement to our love.
© 1982 TDD
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