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    Default A womans. Poem

    He didn’t like the Casserole and he didn’t like my cake ,
    He said my biscuits were too hard ,not like his mother used to make.
    I didn’t make his coffee right , he didn’t like my stew,
    I didn’t fold his pants the way his mother used to do,
    I ponder for an answer, I was looking for a clue,
    Then I turned around and smacked the sh.. out of him, like his mother used to do !
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    HI John
    I like it, I like it.
    I started reading when I was about four or five, I used to hear nothing as I read, in the end my Mother who was crippled used to put a row of teaspoons near her chair and throw then at me when she wanted my attention, I'm sure some of the lumps on my head are from her spoons.
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    Ah Des, sad tales indeed.
    We had a grandpa who played the spoons, problem was he only knew one tune.
    Happy daze John in Oz.

    Life is too short to blend in.

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