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