Good morning, my dear, this is a wonderful day. Be good to me if you can, not a big deal, anyway.
Let me adore you, be my sweetest angel. Just from dawn to sunset, let it go without anger.
Could you live with me today in good faith? Just from dawn to sunset... It is March the 8th!
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Posted: Mar 2013
About this poem:
(My contradictory feelings about women on the International Women's Day. I would love to adore them--if only they would be nice to me just for one day...)