Mae and I were reading the book Grandma and Grandpa sent her for Christmas, "Everything On It" by Shel Silverstein.
We came across this poem and thought it was written just for dad:
In Love
If my face could only twist,
Then I could give my cheek a kiss
And whisper in my lovely ear,
"You're so beautiful, my dear,"
And look into my eyes and see
Just how much I'm in love with me.
As dad always says,"I love myself"
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perfect fit! So funny and I'm glad you're enjoying the book.
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