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A poem for my wonderful wife, Betty |
| I think, through the years it may not seem true, The extent with which I love you. More than baseball, I love you. More than watermelon, I love you. More than fishing, I love you. More than my birddog, I love you. I think even more than football, I love you. I think I love you. This modern love poem is to my wife, who has given me as nearly perfect forty-five football seasons of marriage as possible. Happy thoughts - Keep the heart in tune |