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You Don't Bring Me Flowers





He loves me?   He loves me not?
Poor girl is in a quandry
But she must know by now he cares
He helps with dirty laundry

He changes diapers, helps her bathe
The kiddies one by one
Without complaint he tucks them in
When the day is done

She looks for roses...  There are none... 
But she should understand

That every time he wipes small noses
He has crumpled posies in his hand  

And mind you, this is after HIS long day!
At night, when lights are dim
Perhaps the little wife should bring

A bouquet of flowers to HIM!    


  Luella Sebo
Copyright 2/25/2000