Family Photo Album 343

Willie loved the farm —
His dusty hand and arm
Would often reach around
My waist and hold me bound
And blushing at his side.
“Hello, my lovely bride!”
He’d say. Then off he’d go,
Singing with his hoe
Across his aching back.

Whatever then we lacked,
We never lacked for love.

1/17/1983 while at work

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