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Oct 2011
You know, you’re not what God had in mind
When trying to cure Adam’s loneliness.
In fact, you were a plan or two behind
You were brewed with quite a bit less finesse.

See, the first type of woman would have cost
Our poor Adam a leg, eye, and half his head.
That’s when Adam quivered and asked the Boss
What would you give me for a rib instead?

And thus we got you, in the form of Eve.
Adam’s new companion in the garden;
And modern woman’s mother, I believe.
But with the first, would my heart still harden?
Brandon Walus
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Brandon Walus
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