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My Husband | ||||||||||
My husband is like a my spice rack With all his moods, a mixture pack He's like " oragano " strong and distinctive Mix in a little "caraway seed" warm and pleaseing to be with But in a disagreement then "margorum" steps in, THis pungent and slightly bitter, with this mood i rarely win. Then there's the "cayenne" pepper row. Tart irritant. hot and firery and biting , then wow . But when he goes out for a pleasant evening. He becomes "saffrib" mildly pungent, with a exrotic aroma. But in love he's like "black pepper" and "crushed chillies", hot and firery and so above Are all the spices made up in my man whom i love. |
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