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Subject: My Dream Man Author: Wanda [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 03:46:34 03/20/02 Wed Author Host/IP: 204-181-87-9.cis.net/204.181.87.9 My Dream Man I watch him gracefully walk through the door He looks my way, and crosses the floor He is handsome, statuesque, and tall I stand there in a perpetual state of awe Oh, the infinite beauty of this man eyes of blue, hair of brown, a golden tan He smiles as people bid him a greeting What I wouldn’t give for us to have a meeting I look down at my imperfect body and clothes He would never look at me, Goodness knows I see the ugly scuff marks upon my shoes seeing their condition gives me the blues Oh yes, he would love these braces on my teeth A kiss from me, he'd need an aspirin for relief The glasses I happen to wear are one inch thick My poor figure always seems to look like a stick I see my panty hose has a big run down the leg My dress has a stain from a broken egg and what about this apron I wear It looks as rumpled and bad as my straggly hair He’s coming this way, what way of escape can I take He smiles and says, “Who baked the lemon cake” “I did Sir,” I managed to say Could you bake another one for me on Friday I promised to have the cake ready for him That gives me two days to look proper and prim When Friday comes, and he walks through the door He’ll see my appearance will drop him to the floor [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

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Subject Author Date Re: My Dream Man Hope 09:15:10 03/20/02 Wed Re: My Dream Man -- Wanda, 11:34:45 03/20/02 Wed