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		<title>A wife&#8217;s poem</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 09 Sep 2009 16:08:47 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[A wife&#8217;s poem- He didn&#8217;t like the curry And he didn&#8217;t like my cake. He said my biscuits were too hard&#8230; Not like his mother used to make. I didn&#8217;t prepare the coffee right He didn&#8217;t like the stew, I didn&#8217;t mend his socks The way his mother used to do. I pondered for an [...]]]></description>
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<p>He didn&#8217;t like the curry<br />
And he didn&#8217;t like my cake.<br />
He said my biscuits were too hard&#8230;<br />
Not like his mother used to make.<br />
I didn&#8217;t prepare the coffee right<br />
He didn&#8217;t like the stew,<br />
I didn&#8217;t mend his socks<br />
The way his mother used to do.<br />
I pondered for an answer<br />
I was looking for a clue.<br />
Isn&#8217;t there anything I could do<br />
To match his mothers shoe<br />
Then I smiled as I saw light<br />
One thing I could definitely do<br />
I turned around<br />
and slapped him tight<br />
Like his mother used to!!!!<br />
- Author unknown&#8230;</p>
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