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  • My wife and I lived all alone,
    contention was our only bone.
    I fought with her, she fought with me,
    and things went on right merrily.
    But now I live here by myself
    with hardly a damn thing on the shelf,
    and pass my days with little cheer
    since I have parted from my dear.

    Robert Creeley, Benjamin Friedlander (2008). “Selected Poems, 1945-2005”, p.67, Univ of California Press