Sie whispers, "Mitzva, dear.”
Er hears: "It’s Mitt's veneer."
When life’s this way, need damen bray
in Herren’s shell-like ear…?
Damens' "Grow! Do
well!"
Herr’n hear as "Go to hell!"
When aids are out, needs Lady shout
into Lord’s ear-like shell…?
Er hears: "It’s Mitt's veneer."
When life’s this way, need damen bray
in Herren’s shell-like ear…?
Herr’n hear as "Go to hell!"
When aids are out, needs Lady shout
into Lord’s ear-like shell…?
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