Not Lost - 1979
bliss,” I think, is clichéd,
when it can be as far from bliss
as b and l and i and s
in the alphabet.
Let’s pretend we’re married,”
she suggested, and I:
“OK, although we’d act the same.”
Not to say it’s close to blame.
9 February 1979
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