Dry days for the married manare good days for his wife.
"No, my man, I'm worn right through,
I'm sore from last month's tryst.
Dig a hole and bury deep your lust,
I think I'll be ready next year.
What a tiresome chore thisduty is for me,
I hate his rigid need.
My children are gone,
so my duty is done.
I'mon vacationtill retirement.
I've had enough ofthis dysfuction"
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