ok guys heres a poem for yall, i hope you all like it
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From: Alfred Chock [mailto:achock1@att.net]
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A WOMAN'S POEM
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He didn't like the casserole
And he didn't like my cake.
He said my biscuits were too hard...
Not like his mother used to make.
I didn't perk the coffee right
He didn't like the stew,
I didn't mend his socks
The way his mother used to do.
I pondered for an answer
I was looking for a clue.
Then I turned around and smacked the shit out of him...
Like his mother used to do
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