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HE'S A MANQuite extraordinary Likes it when I carry Dinner to the table Compliments enable Him to take it easy Once in a while tease me He's in my sites, lookin' At what there might be cookin' On the hot stove steamin' To the table beamin' Sit down feeling good To serve him as I should The delights of nourishing food When he wants me quiet in a mood Where I am there to give him a place In front of TV sports to face The speak of it, me out of the room He's a man, not a rose to bloom Woman, with your silk and thorn Hush now quiet, he'll be back reborn. 3/10/2007 0435 cj Vote for this poem
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