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Jan 2019
She asserted her wiles gaily.
A precocious child,
you covered in love daily.
You called her wild.
She played inside your baily.

Threw her clothes on the floor,
she got naked.
Came onto you like a *****,
hoping to make it.
You couldn’t take it anymore.

When angry she gets very mean,
flails and screams.
She’s impossible for one to wean.
So it seems
you’re stuck with a capricious queen.
sandra wyllie
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