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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required (woman)"Just cause I didn't smile at you Just cause I didn't wave I'll not wear feelings on my sleeve That's no way to behave. But it could be, that I like you Maybe like you quite a lot You won't know because you've given up My heart is tied in knots. I'll tell you what you need to do Come over to my house Knock on the door, 'no violins' You're a fiddler, not a Strauss. And if I do not answer It's because I'm mad at you You've made me lose my temper Something I swore not to do. Now listen up, tomorrow Come back and try again Knock, cordially, about three times But I won't let you in. That's when you firmly clear your throat And in your sternest voice Demand I open up the door Don't give me any choice. I'm feeling pretty flustered now Still we've got to iron this out Okay, now where did I leave off?" (man)' I guess I'm in the house.' "Oh yes, that's right, I've let you in Don't act surprised to see My hair is done, my face made up The hem above my knee. Pretend there's nothing baking Though the smell does captivate Fresh rolls; a well dressed fatted duck And cause it's getting late You may as well attempt To hold my hand, but no Those puckered lips you'll tuck right in Or out the house you'll go. Some other would be wooers I've kicked right out the door T'was one or two, no there were three Pray don't be number four. I've planned this well and all is set We've made it up the hill Now ask the fated question 'Sir' ((man) ' Will you...' "Of couse, I will." RETA PRUITT September 4, 2016
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