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The Silver Years - October 13, 1984 - 2009

How quick the years have vanished,
Where did they go, so fast?
Since th’day you wed at F.A.C.
The time has just amassed.

We see a young Miss Simpson,
All radient in white,
With noble dad, brought to the church,
To join her charming knight.  

Four bridesmaids, two called Debbie,
Plus Val. and Terri Lynne,
Preceded Diane down the aisle.
To help welcome her in.
                          
                                    It must have cost a fortune,                                       
For this brides dearest folk,
That special picture tells it all,
In two small words, “I’m broke”.
                        Though ‘twas a grand occasion,
                        Attendants, dressed in teal,    
                        While standing at the altar,
                        Her love, by name of Neil.
    
                        Now Neil, in grey tuxedo,
                        Supported on that day    
                        By groomsmen three, Craig Kent and Todd,
                        With best man, one, Tim May.

                        And there, the Reverend Bailey,
                        After you said ‘I do’
                        Pronounced that you were ‘man and wife
                        In front of quite a few.

                        So now, congratulations,
                        We echo out “Three Cheers”,
                        The Simpson – Willsey union
                        Has reached the Silver Years.
                                                                                         Colin Ross  
                       

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