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41 The Woman Call a woman a kitten, never a cat; You can call her a mouse, never a rat, Call her a chicken, not a hen Or you’ll never call her again. You can say she is a vision, not vicious, And no woman is skinny, but slim If she burns you, say she’s warmed you up And you’ll always be her caller – you tricky liar. Love Love is a four lettered word, Simple to pronounce and simple to spell, But arduous to reach and arduous to share, For it’s meant for only two to share. No matter to equation claims, They’re never, never two for two, But are either one, for three, Or none, none at all, for four. Ours, was surely the latter, As sediments hold fast, Making of me, a stump, And of you, a bud. ...

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