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I Married Myself
I married myself, The female version, With quirks and misgivings, Sacred cows and aversions, And yet, we are different, Not completely consistent, And our familiar bad habits, Are way too persistent, She brings to me honor, A dignified shake-up, Amidst scattered and voluminous, Containers of make-up, Her life is straightforward, Though far from the norm, With setbacks she caused, Or induced others to form, But, she knows who she is, Certain times, what she wants, With a dose of dramatic, And emotional jaunts, She's so bright, it's scary, Which makes me succumb, To notions of applying herself, Makes me numb, Because her passion, she has it, For beauty, among others, If only she'd want them, I'd dictate her druthers, As a mom, she's in charge, My role is assumption, Which is needed, considering, The triple combustion, And yet, like myself, She clatters for solitude, To balance her life, That exists at high altitude, So, as I live as I do, I can rest with much ease, That, like I, there's a woman, Who's so darn hard to please, But of course, who else would, Handle, deal and excel, In a life with a man, Who's from heaven and hell. (6/22/00)
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