She gives hope to a child, and purpose to a man.

She’s willing to go when you grab her hand.

Soft by nature, her weakness is her power.

Her faith in life is like water to a flower.

She’s like the sun, needed but scorned.

And is deeply appreciated when she is gone.

His manhood hung low, she encouraged it to leaven.

Her secrets are in paradise, all women go to heaven.

Some say bitches go, but we can’t be sure

Can be a man’s pet friend, but they need so much more.

Wisdom is hers if she remember who she is

Don’t listen to serpents like mother Eve did

When she count her blessings it’s multiplied by seven

A gift to humanity, all women go to heaven.


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