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Aren’t all women moody Or At least we would like for you, men. to think we are, right? I will be the first to admit it I belong to that exclusive“Moody Club” I’ll even elaborate To help you men My mood seems to change with the multi stages of the moon The Full Moon: I am a little off balance Yet, I am full of life During this phase, I wouldn’t dare me if you are easily embarrassed The Crescent Moon: I cannot make up my mind. I am half myself I am half someone else, as well You never know which one of me you are going to get I may change on any given day No one can be prepared for this type of stream Not even me The New Moon: All goes dark in my life I may even want to pick a fight I might stomp my feet and pout Yet, this is usually the time I truly to find my light And find I truly love myself Then just like an endless wave The cycle begins once again 7-23-2011 (Saturday 1:30pm) Lc
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Jul 23, 2011
Jul 23, 2011 at 11:17 AM UTC
“The Phases Of A Women Or At Least The Phases Of Me”
Aren’t all women moody Or At least we would like for you, men. to think we are, right? I will be the first to admit it I belong to that exclusive“Moody Club” I’ll even elaborate To help you men My mood seems to change with the multi stages of the moon The Full Moon: I am a little off balance Yet, I am full of life During this phase, I wouldn’t dare me if you are easily embarrassed The Crescent Moon: I cannot make up my mind. I am half myself I am half someone else, as well You never know which one of me you are going to get I may change on any given day No one can be prepared for this type of stream Not even me The New Moon: All goes dark in my life I may even want to pick a fight I might stomp my feet and pout Yet, this is usually the time I truly to find my light And find I truly love myself Then just like an endless wave The cycle begins once again 7-23-2011 (Saturday 1:30pm) Lc
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Jul 23, 2011
Jul 23, 2011 at 11:17 AM UTC
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