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The Wacky Ducky. |
Being
so very eloquent, yapping my quack quack quack.
Really magniloquent, hearing cheers from the claque.
There
you came paddling, my ducky-heart stopped it's beat.
Join in; you were singing, you being so cute and neat.
I
felt the water with my foot, scared; it could be cold as ice.
Would you believe a tenderfoot, it was so very warm and nice.
I
shared with you; a hot bath, the beginning of a true friendship.
Not knowing what was in my path, leading to much more than kinship.
I
am; just an ordinary Ducky, who said; I will never care.
How could I be so lucky, and find; true love that is so rare.
You
are so wonderful to me; my dove, even though I am quite wacky.
You make me very happy; my love, to be your own and special Ducky.
Written
the 29th of November 1997 - To my beloved woman, Sue.
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