Would you ride out a hurricane
With me, hand in hand,
In side-by-side recliner chairs,
Like that elderly couple
Who was on the evening news?
Of course you would.
You already have—
Figuratively, literally,
You've been right there with me,
Weathering the storm,
Footrests up, kicked back,
'Cause if this is death,
We ought to greet it in comfort.
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