Tuesday, December 30, 2008

The diamond crusted band flashes in the eyes of every man.
The property rights the ring creates enhances his life span.
But what for the woman who does all the cooking donning the ring of gold?
While she's crying and multiplying her love is dying and her soul is sold.

Sing a song sweetheart, a nice mellow tune.
I'm hungry for lunch it is nearly noon.
Dinner was great, did you ovulate?
While it is on my mind dessert would be great.

She dresses herself carefully and makes time to appear the thing.
So that all his friends will understand why she wears his ring.

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