By: David W. Clare

She Cry's in her sleep has no one to call her own
The pain of being alone

Avoids watching TV
Hates men like you and me

She's worried men can read her thought cloud
At night she thinks out loud...

Dreams of love, schemes of lust as her wants become dust!

Thirsty desires about to bust...

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