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    Oct 8, 2007, 09:49 AM
    A Woman's Poem
    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 crap out of him...
    Like his mother used to do.
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    Oct 8, 2007, 10:42 AM
    Ha, I loved it. Reminds me of stuff my mom says. :)
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    Oct 9, 2007, 08:59 PM
    Lmao!
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    Oct 10, 2007, 05:12 AM
    Haha, love it..
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    Oct 10, 2007, 12:54 PM
    I love this one!
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    Oct 13, 2007, 04:34 AM
    At my current mood, this was just what I needed!

    YOU MADE MY DAY!

    Thanks ever so much
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