Fable
A mad scientist made a time machine. He put his hague of a wife into it.
A young, quite beautiful girl
Approached him at a restaurant in a few days:
It was she.
They no longer shared the memory of what they had become:
Battlers, brawlers, beaters,
Drunks and felons.
He also included in the machine some love-letters.
They returned as poised and perfect as Shakesperian sonnets;
And she was so charmed by them
When he showed them to her,
That she blushed and, kissing him passionately, never stopped.
The entire course of their future was then fixed.
poem by Stan Petrovich
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