Two separate entities, Fred and me
Met, wooed, wed, and thus became we.
Emigrated, worked hard, bought a section and saved,
Then built a home and a family we craved.
On a Friday 13th came our first, a prem. boy,
And two years later came another male joy.
Three years went by - we were joined by a daughter,
Dad took to her like a duck to the water.
Pam Brown
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