An old Australian battler lies dying in his bed. He calls over Shirley, his faithful wife of 60 years, and says, Shirl, when we started out, tried to buy a business in the depression, went bust: you were with me Oh, yes, Bruce, she says. Then the war started, I joined up, and was sent to the front line, where I lost me legs. You stayed with me. Oh yes, Bruce she says. Then, came home, couldnt get a job, due to me disability, and bought a farm. Oh, yes, Bruce, she says. The farm flooded, then just when we got over that, there was a bushfire, and then the drought, which wiped us right out: you still stayed with me. Oh yes, Bruce, Now here I am, in excruiating pain, about to die, useless and youre still with me. Yes Bruce. Shirl. Yes, Bruce? Youre bloody bad luck
Posted on: Sun, 25 Jan 2015 01:21:14 +0000
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