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a story to go down in hers and his-tory®You've read the story of Bonnie And Clyde of how they lived and died, if still in need of more if you're carin here's the story of Sally And Faron. Now they met late in life fell deep in love they had what dreams are made of, a day didn't go by even with mood slips that I Love You didn't pass thru their lips. How music played such a part they sang together with such heart, and oh how they danced any blues away they came along but wouldn't stay. They watched T.V.and putered together oh the house was Homey with laughter, and if any tears they were mostly happy ones thru the years. Sally did most of the cooking and Faron came along sniffing and looking, Oooo what smells so good He'd say so cute and that too was music to her ears taboot. Faron was master at the grill Sally could never get her fill, the holiday dinners He did like a pro He was a chef but didn't let on tho. They were in their own sweet little world few have known, now none are perfect really but anything more And God would have.... kept it for himself truly. On saturday He ran errands so grand and what He missed then He'd get on command, Sally never wanted for anything cause whatever Faron was happy to bring. He even surprised her an awful lot and made the cutest presentations of what He bought, Sally was never at a loss for words to tell Him that He indeed was a Gift From Heaven. And Faron how He bragged on His Girl that set her heart in a whirl, He talked of her genius imagination on the computer and in the kitchen. She can still hear Him Ooooing at what she cooked up and what she was doing, His words of pride still echo thru the mere house now where she's 4ever Blue. But they give her a feeling of belief that 1 day soon she'll get relief, and then He can whisper in her ear everything all this time in person she's longed to hear! SALLY+FARON....NOT THE END For tis the loyalty in his heart 4ever dawning that makes me Cherish Baby The Rose Of Love.... My Dream Came True Then My Dream---->Shot Me Down But Opal For Your Birthday Pooh And Hopeful Rebirth For Me And You! Vote for this poem |
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