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Array ( [sid] => 1647 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => perfect love [time] => 2002-08-03 07:44:15 [hometext] => [bodytext] => Perfect Love?

He was the son of a preacher, who had turned his
back to his father’s church and the corruption
there. In the slum part of our town he met
a beautiful girl who could not read or write and
never learned. To his parents utter dismay he
married her and they resentfully left him out
of their will. The newlywed had nowhere to go
and continued to live in the slum, in a little house
that always looked as it was falling down and he
made a living collecting rubbish from rich peoples
homes and driving it to the dump out side town
Twelve children they had, but since the pair only
had time for each other their children were looking
after themselves, wild they were but not criminally so, went on to become polite citizens, living in square
little boxes, mowing their front lawns every Saturday.
In the evening the pair sat on an old sofa near,
the kitchen fire and when not holding hands he was
reading her the news and later travel stories which
she liked. Gone very fat she had, lost all her teeth and
never seemed to be out of her nightdress. He was
cadaverously thin wore a sagging black suit, his only inheritance from his father.
Then he died in the bed that had taken the brunt of
their love and she…followed him six-month later…Perfect love? If so they must be angels now.

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perfect love

Contributed by Jan_Oskar_Hansen on Saturday, 3rd August 2002 @ 07:44:15 AM in AEST
Topic: HumorPoetry

Perfect Love?

He was the son of a preacher, who had turned his
back to his father’s church and the corruption
there. In the slum part of our town he met
a beautiful girl who could not read or write and
never learned. To his parents utter dismay he
married her and they resentfully left him out
of their will. The newlywed had nowhere to go
and continued to live in the slum, in a little house
that always looked as it was falling down and he
made a living collecting rubbish from rich peoples
homes and driving it to the dump out side town
Twelve children they had, but since the pair only
had time for each other their children were looking
after themselves, wild they were but not criminally so, went on to become polite citizens, living in square
little boxes, mowing their front lawns every Saturday.
In the evening the pair sat on an old sofa near,
the kitchen fire and when not holding hands he was
reading her the news and later travel stories which
she liked. Gone very fat she had, lost all her teeth and
never seemed to be out of her nightdress. He was
cadaverously thin wore a sagging black suit, his only inheritance from his father.
Then he died in the bed that had taken the brunt of
their love and she…followed him six-month later…Perfect love? If so they must be angels now.

Copyright Â© Jan_Oskar_Hansen ... [ 2002-08-03 07:44:15]
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Re: perfect love (User Rating: 1 )
by Jackee_line on Friday, 11th April 2003 @ 11:14:31 AM AEST
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Great poem, and a fine write.

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