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On George's other friends

Love as many people as you like,
Have as many lovers as you want,
Just don't fall in love with someone else,
And love me best.
I will be here after you have gone
In my dusty ill-considered house
Imagining you as the morning comes
And wishing we were on the telephone;
Submitting my indifferent little poems
To indifferent little magazines;
But not growing older. No, not me.