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May 2019
Oh, she was beautiful
With a personality to match
Smart as one could want
Incredible, this lass
I made a Hail Mary pass
Hoping she would catch
So she did
We were a match
And yes we still are
We’re going strong
After that weekend at my parent’s vacation house
We bought the farm
We both knew it was a slam dunk
(Yes, I’m mixing metaphors)
Yes we tied the knot to make it sure
I flirted first with cookies
She got my drift
I wasn’t in it for sport
I knew she was it
Written by
Neville Johnson  Los Angeles
(Los Angeles)   
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