I love my wife, am in love with her. I love going to sleep with her Friday night And abhor getting up Monday morning. I bring her French bread to exercise her wrist.
When she cries and points out everything wrong Then I have an imagination. You could ask me About any book or movie ever made. I have many. When she cries I'm out on my ice floe again.
She and I, we're in the same business; We have different ideas about it. I love her prosody. I love it when we read in bed And she curls up, turns on her side, dozes off.
