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PETTICOAT DICTATORA hard worker is this one Rises with the morning sun Doesn't stop working til setting sun Moon is out she's scurrying about Both shoulders gave out After operations was still working Some drink alcohol shes a workaholic They shoot horses put to pasture She went down stairs in darkness too faster Doc said nothing was really broke But two weeks keep her in bed bloke She's already got notes what to do tomorrow I've hidden the crutches to her sorrow She's getting breakfast lunch and dinner in bed You think she'd like that your out of your head This workaholic dances to a different drummer When this knee heals I am in trouble Shes writing notes to me what to do what a bummer! Think this is what love is all about Oh--oh moving in the back room heard her shout "Where is my crutches I can work on a pillow!" I'm putting a padlock on the door she can't get out Guys and girls, that's what love is about Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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