When I remember bygone days I think how evening follows morn So many I loved were not yet dead, So many I love were not yet born.
A husband is a guy who tells you when you've got on too much lipstick and helps you with your girdle when your hips stick.
To Tom Carlson or his dog-depending on whose taste it best suits.
How Sunday into Monday melts!
Beneath this slab John Brown is stowed. He watched the ads, And not the road.
To maintain your marriage brimming, with really like in the wedding cup, anytime you are incorrect, admit it each time you're proper, shut up.