Tale As Old As Time - Song As Old As Rhyme

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This husband and I…

Visited the cemetery…near the tiny Texas town where he grew up…most of the people he remembered…from his time there…were laying rest…have visited before…a nice little place…simple…peaceful…but this year…there was just a little change…small to say the least…

Beauty…everywhere…yellow flowers dancing in the wind…like that gown she wore…in that magical ballroom scene…this old gal…in awe…taking it in…the glory of it all…go to share it with that prince of hers…but ever a surprise…ever as before…

Was watching a dance of his own…those dung beetles…doing what dung beetles do…rolling that roll…that roll of poo…have you ever noticed…he says…that there are always two beetles…one does the work…the other…is just along for the ride…the hardworking one…he says pointing…is a beast…

And so it is…beauty and the beast…in life’s little dance…sharing this cemetery stage…a tale as old as time…a song…as old as rhyme…
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And this husband of mine…agrees…