THE WEDDING POEM |
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TIMOTHY & JULIE |
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8/2/98 |
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Belgium birthplace for the groom, the bride is Boston born. Connecticut they both have lived, upon their pasts adorn. |
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Became aquainted family-wise, when brothers became friends. Saw each other time to time, occasioned as fate lends |
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Then July 4, 93, these two became a couple. Friendship slowly had become, warm, close, and very supple. |
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He likes that she is reasonable, level headed and mature. Intelligent plus laughs a lot, gives balance to demure. |
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She likes that he is honest, negotiates with ease. Trustworthy and non-judging, of everyone he sees. |
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Proposal all aware, save his mom and his indended. September 14, 97, their waiting finally ended |
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At her mother's birthday bash, five decades celebrating. Asked her to come out with him, strange actions as he waited. |
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She thought he had flu at first, behavior seemed so odd. Asked her then to be his wife, she didn't even nod. |
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Stunned she stood there, couldn't speak, off guard to say the least. Embraced and kissed him for her "yes", her joy since then not ceased |
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So now they gather here at Flint, with special ones held dear. To wed their lives so lovingly, as guests give hearty cheer. |
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Then off to Puerto Rico, to bask in Latin sun. Honeymoon Caibbean style, in love becoming one |
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By Dr. Ken Taylor |