True Love…or something.
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TRIVIA:
Poet and pre-Raphaelite painter Dante Gabriel Rosetti loved his wife, Elizabeth. (“How much did he love his wife, you ask?â€) Well, after she died of a laudanum overdose in 1862, he buried her with the only existing copy of his unpublished poems. Seven years later, however, Rosetti found himself suffering from a really bad case of writers’ block, so he dug up her body and retrieved his poems. They were published in 1870 and were well received by critics, but he never forgave himself for pilfering her grave.
…Yuck. I woulden be digin up nobody, ues tryin real hard ta recollect what I wrote inna first place. That don’ sound like a lotta love ta me, diggin her up an all. Now, ya want a man what loves his wife, take ole Rufus. He does anythin she wants. Last year, he even went an spent good money on pet beds fer them spoiled rotten poodle dogs a hers, when any fool knows dogs perfer ta lie onna old blanket er a patch a hay. Pure foolish, it was.
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