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| From photo project 2010 |
So my wife complained that I wrote a poem for a guitar pedal on my previous post, but never wrote a poem for her in all our years together. Busted. So on the fly, I wrote her this:
Wife, embodiment of all that's fair
How I love running my hand through your hair
I remember how you bat your eyes to play coy
But the glimmer that shine from them bring me great joy
Wife, your happiness is my delight
And never would I wish that we would fight
If I can but forever hear your joyous laughter
I would not ever mind to be your clown and jester
-Fred Wong
Very subtle use of color. I like it.
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