Sunday, July 15, 2007


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My husband wrote this poem last year. I can't help but post it here:
One has never been as happy as I
When stroking my beard,
Smoking my pipe,
And drinking my beer.
But my bride despises going through the briers
before getting to the picnic,
and so I shave my beard,
Kiss my bride,
Smoke my pipe,
and lift my glass to the sky.
And say cheers to all the years
I won't have a beard.

1 comment:

Cindy Hale said...

That is the greatest poem I have read in quite a while!

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