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Don't Bring Me Flowers

He loves
me? He loves me not?
Poor girl is in a quandry
But she must know by now he cares
He helps with dirty laundry
He changes diapers,
helps her bathe
The kiddies one by one
Without complaint he tucks them in
When the day is done
She looks for
roses... There are none...
But she should understand
That every time he wipes small
noses
He has crumpled posies in his hand
And mind you, this
is after HIS long day!
At night, when lights are dim
Perhaps the little wife should bring
A bouquet of flowers to HIM!
Luella
Sebo
Copyright
2/25/2000