| The season’s too fleeting for greeting…we once had a cat which was squeaking |
| God saw a shadow on my soul.It was his! |
| Silence is mean and golden like you |
| I have the spice of a wife with lice |
| Bars like Raymond’s are few but well designed for demons like my lover |
| We can’t even sell our own noses now |
| Why do they test the waters… or they poisoned or just cold? |
| My husband’s like a thorn in my backside |
| Till the clock rhymes,I’ll be tickling your butt with a feather duster.It’s called housework |
| Times without jumble I have written you knots of words to aid memoire and seduce your eye. |
| It’s time to call for a prayer for unanimity..passed with no votes |
| I hate the sound of hooversand dusters |
| She had hips like an iceberg’s flo |
| That man stole my heart.I need either him or it..stand and deliver.Be a man |
Now it’s not just children being tested,it’s the waters of life.
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How my heart sings 