This may just be stupid politics, but it would be poetic justice

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June 4, 35 years

We met in a cardboard box
And have lived through heaven
And hell
Together
Our family has grown
In expected
And unexpected ways
But nothing has grown
To match the love
Hurt her and the world will crash around you
Help her and you will always be a friend
She is my dawn
She is my day
She is my light
She is my life
You should be so lucky.