mmmm

>Subject: An Aussie Love Story...
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>An elderly man lay dying in his bed.
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>While suffering the agonies of impending death, he suddenly smelled the
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>aroma of his favourite biscuits wafting up the stairs.
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>He gathered his remaining strength, and lifted himself from the bed.
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>Leaning on the wall, he slowly made his way out of the bedroom, and
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>with even greater effort, gripping the railing with both hands, he crawled
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>downstairs. With laboured breath, he leaned against the door-frame,
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>gazing into the kitchen.
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>Were it not for death's agony, he would have thought himself already in
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>heaven, for there, spread out upon waxed paper on the kitchen table
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>were literally hundreds of his favourite biscuits, freshly baked.
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>Was it heaven? Or was it one final act of love from his devoted Aussie
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>wife of sixty years, seeing to it that he left this world a happy man?
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>Mustering one great final effort, he threw himself towards the table,
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>landing on his knees in crumpled posture. His aged and withered hand
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>trembled towards a biscuit at the edge of the table, when it was
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>suddenly smacked by his wife with a spatula.............
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>"%$#@ off" she said, "they're for the funeral."
NOW THATS GOTTA BE LOVE!!!!:slap:

^ hehe - so true! :)