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In olden days,
meeting cute had not yet been invented (confected).
All that mattered was the meeting.
One male of a certain age.
One female, ditto.
A certain comeliness or manner of speech
or perhaps just a question of pheromones.
Nothing made in Heaven;
Earth alone was the proper sphere.
No coup de foudre.
No bells or flashing lights.
Just a recognition that this will do.
And thus begins the coupledom, full
(as they all are) of ups and downs,
twists and turns,
despair and its opposite.
A passel of progeny (he calls them "sprouts"),
few of them prodigies, only one a true prodigal.
And the coupled couple endures
until they don't any longer
and the sprouts go on to fame and fortune or,
more accurately,
to lives as full as any of ups and downs,
twists and turns,
despair and its opposite.
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