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10-25-2007, 12:47 AM
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A Woman's Poem
He didn't like the casserole
And he didn't like my cake. He said my biscuits were too hard... Not like his mother used to make. I didn't perk the coffee right He didn't like the stew, I didn't mend his socks The way his mother used to do. I pondered for an answer I was looking for a clue. Then I turned around and smacked the crap out of him... Like his mother used to do.
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10-25-2007, 12:51 AM
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