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Version française disponible bientôt.
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Reflections by Jasey’s girlfriend, Manon
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For these few words about my man
I’ve borrowed the idea of a poem.
A big kid trapped in a man’s body
Having fun, staying happy is his life philosophy
Provide yourself with all the great toys
Surround yourself with a few girls and boys
He wouldn’t dare stop, he always enjoys.
He does things slow, I do them quick
It exasperates me so, but I found a trick
Always keep a book handy,
Or anything to keep me busy
Never give him too many chores
Or he’ll never see the outdoors.
I’ve taught him a few tricks
On how to better understand chicks
To avoid any big mess
Instead of blaming it on PMS
Accept the blame, it’s all the same
Anything else would be in vain.
Always being in his suitcase
Sure makes him hard to chase
But even when he’s off at a race
He always brings a smile to my face
For he treats me with great kindness
Always makes me feel like his princess
Your life is already a great success.
With love, Manon
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