O poza pe care am conceput-o zilele astea, las imaginea sa vorbeasca !
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THE WOMAN POEM:
Before I lay me down to sleep,
I pray for a man who’s not a creep.
One who’s handsome, smart, and strong.
One who loves to listen long.
One who thinks before he speaks..
One who’ll call, not wait for weeks.
I pray he’s rich and self-employed,
And when I spend, won’t be annoyed.
Pull out my chair and hold my hand.
Massage my feet and help me stand.
Before I lay me down to sleep,
I pray for a man who’s not a creep.
One who’s handsome, smart, and strong.
One who loves to listen long.
One who thinks before he speaks..
One who’ll call, not wait for weeks.
I pray he’s rich and self-employed,
And when I spend, won’t be annoyed.
Pull out my chair and hold my hand.
Massage my feet and help me stand.
Oh, send a king to make me queen.
A man who loves to cook and clean.
I pray this man will love no other.
And relish visits with my mother.
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A man who loves to cook and clean.
I pray this man will love no other.
And relish visits with my mother.
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THE MAN POEM:
I pray for a deaf-mute gymnastic nymphomaniac with
big tits who owns a bar on a golf course,
and loves to send me fishing and drinking.
big tits who owns a bar on a golf course,
and loves to send me fishing and drinking.
This doesn’t rhyme and I don’t give a shit.
Sper sa fiu "politically correct" in ceea ce urmeaza:
Nu stiu daca va mai aduceti aminte din filmele americane din anii 80 spre 90, de negrutii cu casetofounul pe umar, cu muzica funk si hip-hop, ei bine...uite un exemplu nu la fel de "misto" la Timisoara.
