Woman's Poem:


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  • Joined: 26 Mar 10
  • Karma:
31 Mar 10 09:22:32 am
He didn't like the casserole And he didn't like my cake. 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 him... Like his Mother used to do. (author unknown)


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