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Here is a drea.
It is my dream—
My own dream—
I dreamt it.
I dreamt that my hair was kempt,
Then I dreamt that my true love
unkempt it.

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Ogden Nash
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No Petrarch I, but you're my Laura;
I'm Tithonius to your Aurora.
With every passing year I wither,
While you develop more come-hither.
If I reach ninety still alive
You'll still be lookign thirty-five,
But don't despise him who adored you--
Whistle, and I will hobble toward you.

Lots of people are richer than me,
Yet pay a slenderer tax;
Their annual levy seems to wane
While their income seems to wax.
Lots of people have stocks and bonds
To further their romances;
I’ve cashed my ultimate Savings Stamp —
But nobody else has Frances.

To My Valentine

More than a catbird hates a cat,
Or a criminal hates a clue,
Or the Axis hates the United States,
That's how much I love you.

I love you more than a duck can swim,
And more than a grapefruit squirts,
I love you more than a gin rummy is a bore,
And more than a toothache hurts.