A Woman’s 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 gainfully employed; and when I spend won’t be annoyed.
Pulls out my chair and opens my door. Rubs my back and wants to do more.
Oh send me a man who loves my mind; not another that worships my behind.
I pray that this man will love me to no end; and always be my bestest friend.

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A Man’s Poem:
I pray for a deaf-mute gymnast nymphomaniac with
great boobs who owns a liquor store next to a strip club.
A chick who loves to send me fishing and drinking.
And doesn’t care that my poems don’t rhyme.

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Old school

This is my first blog post! Just reminiscing how life changes so much. The picture is me back in high school.