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Moods of
a Woman
An angel of
truth and a dream of fiction,
A woman is a bundle of contradiction,
She's afraid of a wasp,
will scream at a mouse,
But will tackle a stranger alone in a house.
Sour as vinegar,
sweet as a rose,
She'll kiss you one minute,
then turn up her nose,
She'll win you in rage,
enchant you in silk,
She'll be stronger than brandy,
milder than milk;
At times she'll be vengeful,
merry and sad,
She'll hate you like poison,
and love you like mad.
MOODS OF A MAN:
Hungry.
Horny.
Sleepy.
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