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- I could be your wife you said
- to cook your meals and make your
bed,
- while you pursued your career.
- I would be content to keep myself
near
- you and all that you would deem
fit
- to be attended to and to be seen.
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- Why would I need to keep my books
- when I could instead preserve my
looks?
- You could proudly show me off
- so no one would dare scoff
- at your marvelous ability
- to choose comely stability.
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- And if it just happened ever so
accidentally
- that we would find it necesssary
to have a child,
- well wouldn't that be wild.
- It would really be no bother at
all.
- I would be dutifully on call
- and you would be our gleaming sun
- and our gracious solace
- while we revolved around your rays
- projecting wisdom, never knowing
malice.
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- This paradise for me you did paint
- while I watched myself go faint.
- I could not find myself in your
impressions
- and perforce opted for secessions.
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