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That woman.

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She writes, she fights but she doesn’t understand.

She feels, she kneels but she doesn’t comprehend.

She cries, she lies and she does reprimand.

Her feminine grace seeks a man, a man, a man.

It is not about her sex. It is about her ex.

The reminiscence burns her soul,

Her soul seeks a soul like a moll.

All she wants is a man, a man, a man.

Of her spoken word and deed, many a men fell over

 but she doesn’t give a heed.

She is different, her need.

She seeks a man. A man while she can.

Dedicated in the loving memory of Roy and Donna, their love and happiness.

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