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Join Date: Nov 2004
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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. ![]()
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Polish and proud of it.
Join Date: May 2005
Location: East Haven, CT
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Great
That's What I have to look for. Then I'm becoming a ever lasting bachler .
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She didn't like my belly roll
And she wouldn't scrub my back. Her bisquits were too flat... Unlike her mother's rack. I didn't fold the laundry right She didn't shine my shoes. I didn't braid her locks The way her mother used to do. I wondered for a moment I considered several plans Then I turned around and splashed her With backwash from two cans. |
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