44? 48? 51?

Forty-four years ago we married;
Soon forty-eight years ago we kissed;
But fifty-one years and soon we wrote:
Two lives so intertwined so long so well
No one understands but you who hold
This bond so fast together and I
Who clutch so tight in my own way;
And so we love and so we live
In love for life so well so fierce
So fine — so forty-four or eight or fifty-two:
So far, so good, my love, my life.

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Poet, playwright, duplicate bridge player, website designer, cottager, husband, father, grandfather, former athlete, carpenter, computer helper for my friends, theatre designer, backstage polymath, retired teacher of highschool English, drama, art, a baritone singer in a barbershop quartet, who knows what else? wordcurrents is on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/wordcurrents/ Doug also has a Facebook page, "Incognitio", related to his novels.
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