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Oct 2014
Monday's woman is a moaning min,
She's moaning again, as Tuesday's child stole her man.
Tuesday's woman is trivial, she lacks interest in everything that matters.
Wednesday's woman is wonderful, in no way full of woe.
Thursday's lady, is easy going, always carried by the flow.
Friday's female is funny as the weekend's nearly here.
She loves weekends you know.
She likes to play the field as only Friday can.
A night on the razzle.
Ready to dazzle anyone who dares cross her path.
Saturday's child well, she's really precocious.
Her behaviour's  nearly always attrocious.
Sometimes she's just a little bit of a *****.
Wears a black cape and pointed hat.
They say that she's a little witch.
A bedroom full of spiders, cats and dogs and creepy crawlies.
Sunday's child, well she found her life a little tiresome, so she just fell asleep.
(C) Livvi
I was Saturdays child x
Olivia Kent
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Olivia Kent  Southampton, Hampshire.
(Southampton, Hampshire.)   
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