Boy’s poem…

Women’s poem… He didn’t like the curry And he didn’t like my cake. He said my biscuits were too hard.. Not like his mother used to make. I didn’t prepare the coffee right He didn’t like the stew, I didn’t mend his socks The way his mother used to do. I pondered for an answer I was looking for a clue. Isn’t there anything I could do To match his...
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