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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required In a world that’s changing quickly for the likes of you and me, we can hardly keep up with the pace that passes endlessly. I’m not talking ‘bout technology, computers seem to give, I’m talking ‘bout society and that means the way we live. I’m no example; I’ve had two wives and working on me third, so marriage seems that it’s no more than just a fleeting word, and if there is some hassle that means working through the heat, it seemed much easier to turn my back and walk off down the street. But the weighted scales of justice take their turn along the track, and bring up what’s forgotten when they tighten up the slack. There’s derision then division and a lifelong scar to heal, then silly buggers just like me jump back upon the wheel. After two bites of the cherry there is a certain wary mood, and when a woman steps up with a smile I’m pretty bloody clued as to what intentions she might have - not like a friend Henry who recently got married to a perilous divorcee. I know she doesn’t like me much, but she really don’t like men, and with the attitude she’s got I wondered why she wed again, but Henry is the type of bloke who just likes to tag along, so I bet in their marriage she’s the one who’s bloody strong. I’m in the hospital and visiting my good mate Henry now. He’s been beaten to a pulp and I’m about to tell you how. We were dining in a hotel; Henry and his wife and me, when we saw this fellow stagger and as drunk as he could be. Henry made a comment then, that put him in a tricky place, when he noticed how his woman kept on looking at his face, so he asked her if she knew him and she answered “Yes I do. He is my ex husband - now believe me this is true”. “Since I left him seven years ago he’s been drinking every night”, then Henry made this statement with its power to incite, “That’s remarkable” said Henry; then things went awful wrong, “I can’t believe that anyone could celebrate that long.”
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