The Little Things I Do


The purpose of my life

is annoying my wife

it's the little things I do


that seem to

always irritate

I put in no effort to


She says I'll be

the death of her

in fact that may be true


but then again

she loves me for

the little things I do.



◄ Not As Young As We Used To Be

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