Labels:text | screenshot | menu | font OCR: My First Love I'll always remember my very first love, and the heartbreak that I had, so I thought I'd put this story to verse, although it's pretty sad. She was such a beautiful thing, with hair of golden silk, with skin so soft, a complexion so pure, as a bowl of honey and milk. The only thing that I could see, that could ever cause us trouble, was a difference in our heights, so my efforts were redoubled. I was of an average size, 'bout five foot ten or so, but she was only six inches high, somehow she'd failed to grow. She slept at night in a little box, the kind that held new shoes, and she'd cover up with a hand-towel, when she'd lay down to snooze. She drank her coffee from a toothpaste cap, used a pill bottle lid for a plate, with a postage stamp upon her lap, for a napkin whenever she ate. I took her with me wherever I went, and loved her more each day, We'd go for walks all through the park, in my breast pocket she'd stay. A few times around the house, she'd sit on the floor and play, and once I almost squashed her, before she ran out of the way. Then one day when I woke up, and went to the bathroom to brush, I spotted the lid to the toilet tank, it was open - so over I rushed, When I looked in I began to cry, it was more than I could stand, for my little tiny sweetheart, had eloped with the Tidy Bowl man. Copyright (c) 1992, John Chambers
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