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Barack - unto his lovely bud Michelle

And why not death rather than living torment?
To die is to be banish'd from myself;
And Michelle is myself: banish'd from her
Is self from self: a deadly banishment!
What light is light, if Michelle be not seen?
What joy is joy, if Michelle be not by?
Unless it be to think that she is by
And feed upon the shadow of perfection
Except I be by Michelle in the night,
There is no music in the nightingale;
Unless I look on Michelle in the day,
There is no day for me to look upon;
She is my essence, and I leave to be,
If I be not by her fair influence
Foster'd, illumined, cherish'd, kept alive.
I fly not death, to fly his deadly doom:
Tarry I here, I but attend on death:
But, fly I hence, I fly away from life.

A Love-Quote from a Friend anonymous!

"He prayeth best who loveth best All things both great and small; For the dear God who loveth us, He made and loveth all."

"He prayeth best who loveth best All things both great and small; For the dear God who loveth us, He made and loveth all."

"He prayeth best who loveth best All things both great and small; For the dear God who loveth us, He made and loveth all."

""He prayeth best who loveth best All things both great and small; For the dear God who loveth us, He made and loveth all.

God Bless, Dear!"

"He prayeth best who loveth best All things both great and small; For the dear God who loveth us, He made and loveth all."

God Bless, Dear!