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I don't know if anyone read in the paper the poem that George W wrote to his
wife when she was away visiting our enemies, the West Euoropeans, but it was
pretty bad.  Laura decided to share it. He obviously hasn't read much poetry
since grade school to write something of that nature.  Still, loving one's wife
is a good quality, but next time, I'd suggest he fill the bedroom with roses
and forget the poem.

Regards,


Kate