White Picket Fence
A girls dream of love
A quest for a man
To know her every whim
And hold her held out hand
The pictures in her head
The dress, the ring, the date
Depending on the man
Why should she have to wait
The house, the dog , the kids
The white picket fence
Just like the stories read
Fifty years of hell and bliss
Till one of them is dead.
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