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Christie & Brent

                     
                      
                       Your eyes are radiantly sparkling
                      My eyes are wet with tears
                      As I  look back through th'ages
                      Remembering special years
                     
                     When Pompa named you 'Pickle'
                     Though 'Dingle' lasted long,
                     With 'Queen' and even 'Spice Girls',
                     You would burst out in song.
                    
                     With Steph & Robyn on roller blades
                     Down our Boulevard,
                     Then you tried on my high heels,
                     But found that rather hard
                    
                    At the cottage on vacation,
                    Enjoying that black tire
                    Did Aunt Roz say you tipped it
                    To dunk me in the mire?
                   
                    You studied hard at college
                    A part of the ‘in crowd’
                    Working for the Police Department,
                    Pompa WOULD be proud.
                    
                    With high taste in your coffee,
                    And high class in your man,
                    You and Brent, united now,
                    Th’end to a perfect plan.
                    
                    And so I have some wishes, 
                    On this your special day,
                    Determination to make tomorrow
                    Better than today
                    
                    Hope to make you happy
                    And that, to keep you sweet,
                    Failure, to be humble
                    To keep you on your feet.
                    
                    Success to keep you eager,
                    Friends to comfort, give,
                    Love for one another,
                    An abundant life to live.
                    
                   And then, of course, in due time,
                   Now the nest, you’ve flown,
                   Hopefully, your old Nana’ll see
                   Children of your own.

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