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THE IRATE WOMAN

He never worries No not him I have to do it all Chasing everything up Making sure things get done Reminding everyone of everything He just wonders about Not a care in the world Leaving it all to me All the worry And then, suddenly Just to wrong foot me He does something kind and thoughtful The bastard!                           By Phil Roberts
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