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Jul 2016
fold your arms
And purse your lips
Bow your back
To droop your ****.
Sidle eyes and make them slits.

Now tilt your head
And raise each lid
Slowly now
Do as I bid.
Raise your eyebrows
Sigh and frown
Look the creature up and down.

Fold your arms and make a barrier
This is working - she's a worrier.
How's it feel to make her cower?
How's it feeling - all that power?

Did you rise up in your chair?
Is all you want before you there?
Slam the desk, now point the finger
Hurry up. No time to linger.
You've got her now
Make her squirm
Show her what she's got to learn.

Lean back again
The lesson's over.You've made your point,
She's learned to cower.
Know your place and stay in role
Wait for this to take its toll.
Written by
Mary Pear
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   W L Winter, ---, --- and Madeline Clow
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