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Deaf Ears

It is funny how as years go by, you start to disappear. You end up talking to yourself, occasionally you may get.. "What dear" You can rant and rave, cry,scream and shout. But what is the point, after ten minutes they say.. "What were you talking about" I thought it was just me, being a nag and a bore. Being a twisty old wife, going on more and more. But girls it is not us, it is them.."just you watch" Talk about chores even yourself, and they just simply switch off. They do it so bravely, seem to have it down to a fine art. But bless them they 'are men' without us they would just fall apart.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2005




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