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'Twas April Fourteenth, Seventy-Eight.
Lest any should repudiate
what on this very special date
the two of them were doin',

Let's for a moment contemplate
their entry to the grand estate,
the legal right to procreate
through mutual "I Do"-in'.

Our hindsight intuition
says that he was probably wishin'
he was fishin', with precision
swishin' flies to waiting bass.

For he had but one ambition
and considered his commission
was to fishin' competition,
pulling lunkers from the grass.

But he set aside this mission
for submission to tradition,
and Patrician erudition
soon replaced his noble cause.

Now a maid with hair of titian
dishin' clams and oysters squishin'
and musician's compositions
may engender his applause.

The Mrs. was the perfect mate
to tolerate and moderate
that diehard fishing reprobate,
and of her own volition,

Found better ways to celebrate
and venerate their special date;
They'd renovate and recreate
the joys of goin' fishin'.

For many years ago this day
they both agreed to go their way
through life together come what may,
the good times or perdition.

And though it's now an old cliché,
the best times all the bad outweigh,
But those which in their hearts will stay
were spent when they went fishin'.

Just another Warrenpiece

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