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She- What Would I Do Without Her

She doesn’t like, my music She doesn’t like, my songs She doesn’t like, my boems And, she doesn’t like, my thongs She listens not, to my wishes She listens not, to my plea She listens not, to my wizdumb And, she listens not, to me She tells me, what do She tells me, what to say She tells me, when to go And, she tells me, when to stay She tells me, when to laugh And when, to shed a tear But when she tells me, when to pee That’s when I say, “YES DEAR” BOEMS by JA 47

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017




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