My Wife, Marlys
M ade her my Wife, fifty years ago
A nd yet our love continues to grow
R aised 3 daughters, we’re proud of them all
L oves to play with that little white ball
Y ards of fabric, making quilts her way
S he’s my woman, I’m happy to say!
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