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The 31 Flavors of You
Written in honor of Andy's Thirty-First Birthday
June 5th, 2002
You complained the soup
had too much garlic;
it tasted fine to me.
I can't stand the sugar
you put in your tea.
Sometimes our tastes don't coincide
but it can't be denied
that you've got the stuff
I can't get enough
of the 31 flavors of you.
When we go out
you want roast beef
and I want tofu
I trip on your junk
and your power tools too.
Yet when I dance in your arms
I'm drunk on your charms!
Don't you dare go --
I'm longing to know
all the 31 flavors of you.
Remember the first sleep
deprived Christmas when
we'd just met our Bear?
You cradled her close,
sat stroking her hair.
I'm raising a daughter
with such a great father.
There's neck nibbles, nooks,
bibs, Big Bird and books
in the 31 flavors of you.
There was the sweet taste
of watery kisses
when we ran in the rain;
then the smell of raw sewage
when you cleaned out the drain.
Sometimes we're close,
sometimes we're gross...
I'll take the good with the bad.
You're the best that I've had
in the 31 flavors of you.
I no longer wipe the grease
off of your lips
when you've eaten a ham.
I'll take all that you are,
and give you all that I am.
Hold me and kiss me,
maul me and bliss me
dissolved in your laughter
happily ever after
in all the 31 flavors of you.
Hmm
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