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Monday, February 25, 2008
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.
posted by Jordan