Sunday, December 12, 2010

Poem #86

You didn't know
that you would marry me
until you had known me a while.
This is one thing
that I'm quite certain of,
though you say otherwise with a smile.
4/6/02010

My darling wife likes to tell the tale of how she allegedly knew that she was going to marry me the first time she met me. I like to dispute such silly claims.

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