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I'm A Middle-bracket Person With A Middle-bracket Spouse / And We Live Together Gaily In A Middle-bracket House. / We've A Fair-to-middlin' Family; We Take The Middle View; / So We're Manna Sent From Heaven To Internal Revenue.

Marriage Is A Lot Of Things-an Alliance, A Sacrament, A Comedy, Or A Mistake; But It Is Definitely Not A Partnership Because That Implies Equal Gain. And Every Right-thinking Woman Knows The Profit In Matrimony Is By All Odds Hers.

It's Hard / Keeping Up With The Avant-garde.

In Spring When Maple Buds Are Red, We Turn The Clock An Hour Ahead; Which Means, Each April That Arrives, We Lose An Hour Out Of Our Lives. Who Cares? When Autumn Birds In Flocks Fly Southward, Back We Turn The Clocks, And So Regain A Lovely Thing That Missing Hour We Lost In Spring.

Tomorrow Will Come And Today Will Pass, / But The Hearts Of The Young Are Brittle As Glass.