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SPOUSAL LIES
Do you love me? Yes I do. [Though I would rather kill you.] Am I sexy? You are great. [You are just a lousy mate]. Am I fat? No darling, not. [You are just a bulging pot]. Do you like my red gown new? Great. [ Though uglier are few]. Do I sing well? Oh! So sweet. [In fact, you don’t sing, you bleat]. How is my cooking? Superb. [It’s a sentence without verb]. The above and much, much more Are the lies husbands endure. * Written in aa, 7-7-format. * * Awarded third prize in "Invalid Item" * Initially written as entry no. 376212 in the book MISCELLANEA "MISCELLANEA" M C Gupta 29 Sept. 2005
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