Hustle and bustle,

Years gone by.

Found a partner,

He was adorably shy.

They were poor,

It was hard to go by.

It was 1945,

And there was only rye.

Rummage through chutes,

They gotta try.

Soldiers came by,

They had smiles so wry.

Her only safe house,

Was his open mind.

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