Happy Plus Five, my darlin' Bud!!!!!

Oh, I dunno…lemme see how many chore notes ta self I kin pile up roun’ cheer…gotta re-weave all the towelin’, sew the leaves back on the trees, the hair on the dog…whadya mean by beggin’?!? Awwwwwww, BuddE, ya know ya doan haveta beg fer a thang, tho’ ya sure ar cute fer askin’ sa hard!! ‘N haveya been down on yer knees all this time??? Since I caint be thar ta join ya, sweet-heart, lemme help ya up!!!

What a doll y’are fer dreamin’ of ar run-awayin’s, er float-awayin’s!! I kin jest see us now…after we get ‘quainted in ar lil’quaint closet hide-awayin’, gittin as tite as two lil’slip-‘n-slidin’ sardeanies inna kin kin, we’ull take a pair a sizzers ‘n cut the whole thang outta the floor, staple it real gud to yer boat, witch-eyed bit ol’Elmo dollars ta doughnuts tiz a anglish pea shade a green, ‘n jest float aways forever…me ‘n my darlin’…two of a kind…

Speakin’ o’lil’tiny sweet-tats…if’n yer natamy’s needin’ a needlin’, then mine is too…same spot, same size, 'cuz li'l on yule be big on me…only mine’ll say somethang different, dependin’ on the location, location, location…ol’buzzard heart if’n it’s cross the chest…punkinhead if’n it’s cross the ferhead…’n one lil’tiny sweet “BuddE” fits in jest ‘bout anywhars…sigh…ah knowed how much I missed ya yessirday when nuthin’ ah did seemed right…must be ‘at mobius strip flippin’…'cuz I'm a fallin', fallin' hard...

If’n ya go, I'll falla ya
Ya caint leave my love behin’
If’n ya go, I'll falla ya
E’en death could ne’er end this love a mine
I have loved ya for s’long
Ore so it seems
Wit’ a love both true ‘n strong
Yer all I've e’er had
Ore so it seems
‘N I love ya good er bad
Whar’ere ya go, I'll go witcha
N’matter whar ya take me ta
I'd go thro’ hell ‘n back a’gin – a’gin!
I'll be witcha ‘til th’end

Parton/Wagoner, massacreed

XOXOXOXO
Yer ever-lovin' e-volverin',
Deanie