Remember when you wrote me this?
i once new a woman, somer was her name;
she like men, preferably mexican, [but] they were all the same.
but [when] she told her mother;
and she firmly disagreed, she begged for she would have no other,
[but] she wouldnt have him no matter how much she plead but one day she snapped, into a frantic rage;
and her mother merly placed her back into her house, her plaster cage.
Good times.
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