WOMAN'S POEM
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> 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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