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The Time Has Come
The time has come
when works needs
to be done.

Computer off...
no more playing
Hubbys irritated.

'Turn that pen
into something
to eat' He says,
like steak and taters
and apple pie,
with whipcream.

So dear folks, It's time
for me to leave.
Cook some dinner
and the house
needs to be cleaned.

A happy husband means
a happy me...
So I want to please
and cook up a feast,
so I can return,when he
falls asleep...


Written by Janet Ford

By girlsisy

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