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Marjorie, come,
The bells have rung!
53 times our song has sung.
It’s clear to all, and not just some
That our long great venture has made us one.
With each other in spirit we’ve danced,
Fueled, and steeled, by love and devotion’s stance
which blossomed from a cliff-climbing Ozark romance.
Beginning with Nietzsche and tree-hugging Wooster,
to the Inn Season Cafe’,
From Morgantown to Pleasant St to Guilderland
to Ingleside Rd to Atwood, aye,
Through the burgs of Pitts and Harris, Pennsylvaniay,
You have hung in there with me the entire way.
And now, whence?
Well, let’s dine at Lily’s Seafood Cafe’ hence
also enjoy The Cooler’s humor thence.
next to Marino’s food events.
Through it all, I confirm that (despite the domino effect) I loved you in the
past, do so in the present, and shall do so in the future tense.
(As was said about West Virginia’s mountain water, Marj,
it’s just plain common sense!)
Every year I can remember, on February 24, my father would initiate an anniversary celebration with one of his poems.  Over the years I have tried to save them all (thank goodness for computers), but many were spontaneous, yet well crafted,  no doubt inspired by the Cretan expressive poetic tradition of Mantinades. ~gv

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