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A Woman's Poem

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Thursday, January 26, 2006

(Posted because every Lactivist has a day like this....)

My mom just sent this and I had to laugh...

He didn't like the casserole
and he didn't like my cake
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 him
like his mother used to do.

;-)

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