A love poem written about me by my engaged "Dad"
As 9:45pm of Dec. 14 approaches
our steak marinates in the saucese
that will in flame our passion
over the grill of our satisfaction
Though, I be not Spiderman
and flyinlg through the air
is too much for me
I can be that normal man
to catch you in my web
and then set you free.
(All the original punctuation of Phil... It was quite the experience)
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