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Dating Probability
Contributed by
norm
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Monday, 28th July 2003 @ 11:05:00 AM in AEST
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I saw this girl, she's very cute,
Standing 'neath her bumbershoot,
I gave to her a rapid toot
She returned to me a turned-up snoot.
'The hell with you', I calmly said,
But I was angered, in my head,
I always try to figure why
A man was made to do or die.
Girls all say that men are false
But men are those who lead the waltz,
Imagine girls, they take the whirls
That men must take to get you girls?
I'll say no more. You want to play?
Then, play the game without delay,
Since way back when, it's played that way,
Good luck to all, I've odds to lay.
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norm
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2003-07-28 11:05:00]
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Re: Dating Probability
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by ladyfawn on
Monday, 28th July 2003 @ 11:02:23 PM AEST
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there are boys, and then; there are the men.
which one to lead my life's waltz again?
only a seasoned man for me! plzzzzzzzzzzz
a man, for me, one with his caring love so real
who knows exactly how he makes a woman feel.
like little girls may at you turn up their snoot,
as for me dear norm, of boys i give not two hoots,
so let those young fellows who give girls a silly whirl,
pass me by for their too shady; im not that kind of lady!
norm, sorry so long, am sitting here my life contemplating,
now i've whom it 'tis loves me true, n' im thru w/ dating!
hugs n' love nessa |
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Re: Dating Probability
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by vincy on
Tuesday, 29th July 2003 @ 02:41:49 AM AEST
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Off to the dorm Norm
you are grounded
for acute observation.
One would've thought
at this day and age
love would be free
and loving in the loose
but no such mercy
on the pitiful moose.
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