My wife and I bought a radio
She tunes it down
Or she tunes it up
She pits it on
Or she puts it off
I keep quiet for
Whatever I say
Is a piece of evidence against me
Sometimes the batteries are
Down and dead
We shop our hearts
Get some pairs
And the radio is on
It may give us music
Or need of mishap
And soon the batteries are gone
We often in the circumstance
Do a pendulous movement
Between home and shop
Tear and joy
Laughter and cry
Smile and frown
Until death do us part
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