Bebo

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	..My Husband-to-be...
	right okies before you have any wierd ideas going around in your head....I AM NOT ENGAGED OR MARRIED OKIES???? right ok then.... There he stands tall Hung up on the wall Looking happy, proud, Standing on the soft ground. His smile (as you can see) etched Upon his handsome face Who knows - only I – what He desired in his heart His secret place? And his eyes, so soft And friendly was he, Yes he was my type, My husband-to-be, Now come, stand here so You could see in the light, Now now don’t worry, I’m only Being polite. He loved me and I to him He thanked many people with That cheeky grin, Yes you could say I was jealous, Just a little, At those girls that passed And he greeted them with a wolf whistle They would blush at that, while I scowled. And my anger, oh how I howled! I am sorry sir, but I am no Drama queen, You must imagine what It must have been Like in my position, and in my heart As I tried to stop him, Well, that was a start, But it became too much As he would just ignore me and say Excuses and such, And still stare at those pretty girls. There he stands tall Hung up on the wall Looking happy, proud, Standing on the soft ground. And that is all Don’t cry, don’t mourn Follow me, I’m sure you would like a drink on the lawn?
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