Hearts of Rexburg Dinner has been canceled to redirect our efforts to the Cardiovascular Screening.

Let me not to the marriage  of true minds
Admit impediments.  Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends  with the remover to remove:
O no; it is an ever-fixed  mark,
That looks on tempests,  and is never shaken;
It is the star to every  wandering bark,
Whose worth’s unknown,  although his height be taken.
Love’s not Time’s fool,  though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending  sickle’s compass come;
Love alters not with his  brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even  to the edge of doom.
If this be error and  upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no  man ever loved.

 Shakespeare Sonnet 116

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