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To my Wife, LindaTo My Wife, Linda I am always at a loss to say how much you mean to me, like sunshine after rain shining down on clear, freshly washed surfaces, so bright with promise, like spring blossoms bursting forth in a medley of beautiful colors, like light at the end of a long, dark tunnel, like an old adventure novel: there, at the end of the world, in some remote, forgotten,exotic region, there,the woman I had always longed for! I love you! Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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