Poem by Ogden Nash

The Middle

When I remember bygone days
I think how evening follows morn;
So many I loved were not yet dead,
So many I love were not yet born.

1. No, You Be a Lone Eagle
2. Come on in, the Senility Is Fine
3. A Crusader's Wife Slipped from the Garrison
4. Nothing Makes Me Sicker
5. The Tale of Custard the Dragon

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