Canterbury bells peeking over like baby birds,
The houseboat was just right, she thought,
Maine was just right,
Ike was just right,
As if from some mental connection,
Which she secretly believed in and he secretly believed in,
But neither would mention it to the other,
For 52 years, which might as well have been forever,
He appeared behind her,
And the Canterbury bells spun,
And he touched her just right,
And that's how I was put here on this busy planet.
Who says there isn't a God!
Who could possibly be that blind?
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