Love Grows Up
My smiling Cedric sings to me.
He's loud and often gets off key.
I just don't care cuz he's so fine!
We can't date yet. We're only nine.
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We’re nineteen. Cedric’s still the one.
Our wedding plans, we have begun.
Although he sings to me sometime,
I know our life will be sublime!
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My Cedric often sings to me
and--Bless him!—still can’t find the key.
No other man could be so fine.
Our years of marriage? Twenty-nine.
posted January 31, 2018 (revised, added 3rd stanza, September 1, 2018)
February 11, 2018, entered in Cecelia-Hopkins Drewer's Valentines Day
Poetry contest
September 1, 2018, entered in Michelle Faulkner's Still the One Contest
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