Dinner Rush
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Story: One evening, we came home late
Was cooking dinner in a speedy craze
Me: Help me to set the table, please?
Here comes my sweetheart:
Zdring! ! Zdrang! ! Zdrong! ! !
Shaking the sfrrr sfrrr
frying pan
,
I'm crying out:
'LOVE! '
My dearest child,
with the plates still
in her hand, froze.
My husband's nose came out
from the newspaper wondering
Smiling, I say: 'With love, my dears:
All things that on our table come,
With love and kindness handled are.'
... That evening? Oh, yes indeed, we had one of the most beautiful ever meals.
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