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Adam Speaks To Eve
I was all alone When first I did roam Through our Paradise, So I asked Him above For someone to love And He made you, oh, so nice. You were a pain in the side When I first did abide To let Him borrow my rib, But Eve it is true When first I saw you I was certainly glad that he did. Then you were a pain in the neck When you said, “What the heck, Let’s eat the apple forbidden.” And a pain in the ass When you and that asp From Eden had us all driven. So stop nagging me To find a fig tree So you can buy yourself some clothes, We’ve committed a sin And now within The evil is starting to grow. But in the end I’ll admit my friend That even with this pain and sorrow, I’d have to say It’s a better today Than if you weren’t here tomorrow. Dedicated to LMB and all Eves without leaves. I think its time we returned to Paradise, shed our insecurities, our fear of our naked bodies, our outter garments and all hop into the hot tub together. Mine is heated and has plenty of room. All are invited to make Poet soup.
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