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Nicahawk
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> 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,
> When I spend his cash, won't be annoyed.
> Pulls out my chair and opens my door.
> Massages my back and begs to do more.
> Oh! Send me a man who'll make love to my mind,
> Knows what to answer to "how big is my behind?"
> I pray that this man will love me to no end,
> And always be my very best friend.
>
>
> A MAN'S LOVE POEM:
>
> I pray for a deaf-mute gymnast nymphomaniac with
> huge boobs 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.
