you could say,
are long dirt roads that never end
trotted on by horses
(you can call them men)
Women
you could say,
are cobble stone streets
constantly impaled by stilettoed friends
(you could call them men)
Women
you could say,
are black tar roads
riddled with curves and bends
plowed on by Subarus
(otherwise known as men)
Women
you could say,
are nice footpaths in the park
run on by children
around the age of ten
(often boys that grow up to be men)
Apr 16, 2014
Apr 16, 2014 at 2:02 PM UTC
you could say,
are long dirt roads that never end
trotted on by horses
(you can call them men)
Women
you could say,
are cobble stone streets
constantly impaled by stilettoed friends
(you could call them men)
Women
you could say,
are black tar roads
riddled with curves and bends
plowed on by Subarus
(otherwise known as men)
Women
you could say,
are nice footpaths in the park
run on by children
around the age of ten
(often boys that grow up to be men)
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