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About This Poem
The MRS and I
home alone while the wife’s at work
when she’s home T-bone steak or pork
in two-thousand-six we met
since then I’ve been her pet
ups and downs we have had a few
no matter what we’re always two
we’re laughing and loving all the way
almost like children always at play
while poetry is my backbone
this relationship is in stone
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