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Do Not Throw the Tv

It was our sixth move. We had been married three years. My husband is always dissatisfied. Thus we are perpetually moving. He had this great idea. It would be faster if I stood on the sidewalk He would throw the things from the top floor And I could catch them. He is six foot four and weighs over two hundred pounds I am five foot two and weigh less than one hundred and twenty So at the danger of being snarly Easier for whom? When he brought the TV set to the window I yelled "Do not Throw the TV!" He yelled "Do not be a wimp!" I backed up six feet and watched it shatter all over the sidewalk. Yelling and screaming from the window. Cursing also. "Why did you do that?" He yelled. We have been married three years. Did he forget that with two kids, I do not have time to watch TV

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Date: 5/10/2019 9:49:00 AM
Caren, I hate moving but love your poem. I must admit a bit of curiosity. Was it a flat screen TV in your poem? -Richard
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Caren Krutsinger
Date: 5/10/2019 10:11:00 AM
I came to Kansas in a covered wagon. It was a hundred and ten pound console TV.

Book: Shattered Sighs