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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=479789" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Cast Iron Kettle</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">My old dad had many stories he loved to tell.<br>As a child these stories held me in their spell.<br>Mostly they contained a corrugated shearing shed, <br>Or a boxing contest with shots to the head.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My favorite story I share with you<br>Now I cannot say it will all be true.<br>But where facts fail I will not cry.<br>I'll simply exaggerate or straight out lie.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">One very dark and stormy night when lighting flashed, <br>My dad the shearers cook heard angry voices next door so in he dashed.<br>In the room were husband and wife.<br>They were going toe to toe till she was in strife.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Valiantly Dad told them the error of their way <br>Something he was going to regret that day.<br>He pulled the man away from the woman with a mighty yank.<br>And laid a hook on him that sent him temporarily blank.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He then turned around expecting a smile of thanks from across the room, <br>When something large flew passed his eyes with a zoom.<br>This blackened figure hit the rusting tin wall with a crash.<br>And the hiss of hot water around Dad did splash.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There at his feet a cast iron kettle lay, <br>His head sprung up with a look of dismay.<br>She had snatched the kettle from it's resting place on the stove, <br>And toward my dad's head she drove.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then she looked at my old Dad with a smile of satisfaction<br>Content she had dealt with the intruder with this action.<br>Dad just stood there in cooks apron and shorts with a face of red.<br>She continued her smile and showed but three blacken teeth in her head.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Today ol Dad has passed away.<br>But I'll tell you one thing he always used to say.<br>When it comes to siding with husband or wife.<br>Side with neither, and stay out of others families strife.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=R.K.+Hart">R.K. Hart</a><div class=q>
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Mostly they contained a corrugated shearing shed, 
Or a boxing contest with shots to the head.

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