• Final Score 20.07.2007

    A woman intuition is a delicate place to dwell;
    Be advised, her directions are twirling around.
    Man will swear, she has a floating sense to tell;
    Up appears obvious, while her choice…is down.

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    A woman intuition is a delicate place to dwell;
    Be advised, her directions are twirling around.
    Man will swear, she has a floating sense to tell;
    Up appears obvious, while her choice…is down.

    Time will prove wit, as a dilemma of dilatation;
    The feminine brain expands little sense…a tall.
    Man Learns the phenomenal: 2-sided selection:
    An obvious down!…is actually, up!…with a fall.

    Practical intelligence requires a sensitive smile,
    Which heals a multitude of self-inflicted frowns.
    If man determines…she deserves an up, awhile,
    He resembles her favorite…impractical clown.

    Loosely judging the mothod of a better choice,
    Man displays an edge, subject to her discussion.
    She is pleased with his direction–with his poise,
    Until hell breaks loose…with contentious fussin.

    Believe it!…or not, while misery loves company,
    Delight is a kooky little ding–an enchanting coy.
    Opposite directions pretend…a blind cacophony;
    Man loves woman, while blending a sense of joy.

    No concern will place a cause on man’s displace;
    Happily, he endures the saddest lovely condition.
    He has the right to be wrong in a woman’s race;
    Where else can doubt be an artistic deliberation?

    There are more sensible places for man to dwell;
    When oddly, womankind makes no sense…at all.
    Alas, nonsense brings joy, as she sweetly tells;
    Her downward direction…is twirl’n’ up, afterall!
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