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Poetry: To My Husband

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You eat cardboard pizza.

All the time.

After I fed you Garlic potatoes,

You never ate my food again.

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You love me.

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When I grab some jeans.

and know that they are yours.

When I can’t get them,

up past my thigh.

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sigh

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You love me so.

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And I love you so.

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Happy Father’s Day.

C.C. Farmer

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