"...thm rmght thmng"
We were brushing our teeth in the little hotel bathroom
In the luxurious Presidential Suite
At the Anniversary Inn—
The first time that we brushed as a married couple—
Mister President and his First Lady
With a mouth full of toothpaste suds, I said,
"Wm dmd thm rmght thmng."
(We flossed as well)
We were stuck in that awful place between "tired"...
My heart was full
Later, I turned the bust of Abraham Lincoln around—
Away from the bed that creaks
We did the right thing
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