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Post by Hallelujah on Feb 28, 2007 20:33:50 GMT -5
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 s*** out of him...
Like his mother used to do.
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Post by beckyh on Mar 1, 2007 8:44:37 GMT -5
lol... that was a good one.
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