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I thought I cracked the code Of my wife’s mood swings mode. Boy, was I in the dark Of hormonal hallmark. Hot and cold then hot again, Warm and passionate but then, Cranky, hungry on the spot, Cold as ice then scorching hot! On a diet? Heart of gold! Gained a few? Hot veers to cold. I failed to crack the code Of manic mood swings mode. I know now, the latter Not a pattern matter. July 18, 2026
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