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Oct 2013
Nag, Nag, Nag
That's all I ever hear.
When I get up in the morning
Till I go to bed at night.

When she wakes in the morn
I think she has a list
If I'm not doing this
I should be doing that.

Hard to believe but
She thinks I'm a slob
Why just last week I
Picked up a sock.

Just the other day
She went to get some ice
"Why is the tray empty" she yelled.
Why?  There was a cube left in it

We went to a party,
I think I flunked a test.
"Are you wearing that" she ask
" I put it on"  I said

"You left the lid up again
What shall I do with you?"
Being nice I said" There's
A porta-***** for you."

No more nagging
Will I hear.
The dog's inside
And I'm out here.
Written by
Randall Smith  Texas
(Texas)   
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