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~~~**:: Every woman's poem ::**~~~ He didn't like the curry And he didn't like my cake. He said the biscuits were too hard... Not like his mother used to bake. He didn't like the stew, I didn't mend his socks The way his mother used to do. I pondered for an answer I was looking for a clue. Isn't there anything I could do To match his mother's shoe? Then I smiled as I saw light One thing I could definitely do I turned around and slapped him tight... Like his mother used to!!!!! I hope you enjoy it |
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( اهدنا الصراط المستقيم )
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funny thanks sister for sharing it with us and welcome in our forum |
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LOL
so funny wallah thank you dear sis for sharing this nice poem with us :P allah bless you |
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