By Original Work
My wife %s thing happened,
We slipped on ice through the mud,
With funny business in our hearts,
And don't try this at home.
Through fields of blue we roam,
Where songs softly call,
The soul finds a home,
And bright shines through all.
Let hope fill the air,
And peace fill our souls,
For time beyond compare,
And memories that never grow old.
So slipped on ice and sing, friends,
With funny business filling each day,
Till stars guide us home again,
And we find our home for aye.
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