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Post by BAZ on Mar 29, 2007 18:22:31 GMT -5
WOMAN'S POEM
Before I lay me down to sleep, I pray for a man who's not a creep, One who's handsome, smart and strong. One who loves to listen long, One who thinks before he speaks, One who'll call, not wait for weeks. I pray he's gainfully employed, When I spend his cash, won't be annoyed. Pulls out my chair and opens my door, Massages my back and begs to do more. Oh! Send me a man, who'll make love to my mind, Knows what to answer to "how big is my behind?" I pray that this man will love me to no end, And always be my very best friend.
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MAN'S POEM
I pray for a deaf-mute nymphomaniac with huge boobs who owns a liquor store and a golf course. This doesn't rhyme and I don't give a shit.
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Post by Cher on Mar 29, 2007 23:52:24 GMT -5
;D I love that last line in the man's poem.
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Post by Toad on Mar 30, 2007 4:15:36 GMT -5
he -he
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Post by lbowman1 on Mar 31, 2007 10:34:07 GMT -5
Too true.
Lori
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