Beauty is in the eye of the garbage heap
It wasn't nearly as traumatic as you might think, welcoming my true love into life with me here on the farm, even after over ten years of living here alone. "Here," I said to her, uttering the modern-day words that profess one's true love for someone as I handed her a symbol of my love, "This is the garage-door opener for your side."
Sigh. Romeo has nothing on me. Even for Juliet never sweeter words were heard.
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