The first anniversary is the one,
That tradition says is paper...

Every night I think of you,
Round about this time...

You sulk and leave the room at night.
I'm asleep when you return...

Audacious little digit,
The piggy that stayed home...

Full moon beams from high.
Only reflected sunlight...

Forgiveness for us.
Cosmic state of grace invoked...

Of all the years that we could be,
56's the best...

Beware those who are certain.
They have answers for us all...

Bright eyes make my day
The world reflected in them...

Shabby with unkempt hair,
Seeing with an eerie stare...

She looks so young to me.
How can that still be...

Light Italian dressing.
Some would call a blessing...