9.09.2006

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Your man Shakespeare said it, my darling:

Let still the woman take
An elder than herself: so wears she to him,
So sways she level in her husband’s heart:

Twelfth Night. Act ii. Sc. 4.

As I often say, I love you like crazy.

And I will luve thee still, my dear,
Till a' the seas gang dry:

Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt wi' the sun;
I will luve thee still, my dear,
While the sands o' life shall run.


Thanks for marrying me; I'm so glad I married you!! Now, let us away on our adventure in La-La-Land.

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