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Jun 2016
Hon,

First it was, “I love you, Honey,”
When, at first, we wed.
I told it to you constantly,
It was eloquently said.

Then it was: “Love you, Honey,”
After a month or two or so.
I called it everyday to you,
That I loved you, you did know.

Next I bid you “Honey”
Before I would go out.
You knew it meant “I love you,”
The words you went without.

Now it has been shortened more,
Bitten down to quick,
I’ll tell you “Hon” forever now,
Even when I’m sick.

~ Dear
Lucy Jane Emerson
Written by
Lucy Jane Emerson  Las Vegas
(Las Vegas)   
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