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MOODS

Submitted by Pauk Williams

MOODS OF A WOMAN

An angel of truth and a dream of fiction
A woman is a bundle of contradiction
She's afraid of a wasp, will scream at a mouse
But will tackle her boyfriend alone in the house

She'll take him for better, she'll take him for worse
She'll break open his head and then be his nurse
But when he's well and can get out of bed
She'll pick up the teapot and aim for his head

Beautiful and keenly sighted, yet blind
Crafty and cruel, yet simple and kind
She'll call him a king, then make him a clown
Raise him on a pedestal, then knock him flat down

She'll inspire him to deeds that ennoble man
Or make him her lackey to carry her fan
She'll run away from him and never come back
But if he runs away, then she'll be on his tracks

Sour as vinegar, sweet as a rose
She'll kiss you one minute, then turn up her nose
She'll win you in range, enchant you in silk
She'll be stronger than brandy, milder than milk
At times she'll be vengeful, merry and sad
She'll hate you like poison, and love you like mad

MOODS OF A MAN:

Gratification.

THE RETIREE PRAYER
From: "R. B. Crowninshield" <mutha@capeonramp.com>

THE RETIREE PRAYER

Grant me the serenity to forget the people
I never liked anyway,

The good fortune to remember the ones
that I do,

And the eyesight to tell the difference.

Amen

Robert B. Crowninshield USAF(Ret.) & USPS(Ret.)