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Feb 2012
As she held the ring box in her hand,
she felt a trace of fear-
Would the answer to her question
be the word she longed to hear?
They'd lived some time together,
wrapped their bodies in a kiss,
but would satisfied desires
translate into wedded bliss?
This was the time, this leap year day
to end her long suspense
she'd ask her love to marry her
and hope she would say yes!
This is the first leap year in New York State where a woman isn't limited to men in the choice of who to ask.
John F McCullagh
Written by
John F McCullagh  63/M/NY
(63/M/NY)   
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   --- and Marsha Singh
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