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♥~♥luv & marriage♥~♥   First comes love; then comes marriage,     Then comes pushing a baby carriage. No matter if it's a girl or boy, this is your little bundle of joy.     Then its diapers, spit-up and puke,       Crying and teething, bottles warmed to luke. Pissy diapers, shitty ones too, smelly laundry you have to do. Teaching to walk, teaching to talk,   Telling to shut-up when they balk.  Then it's the teen years, what can I say?     That's why mothers tend to turn gray. Girlfriends, boyfriends there are lots, Pray they don't bring home whores...or drunken sots.     Then they're talking love; then they're talking marriage, Then they're the ones pushing a baby carriage.     Then it starts all over again. You know what they're in for and it makes you grin. You know just what their kids will do… Pull the same shitty things they pulled on you.     Then your dreams and thoughts start to roam, Spoil the grandkids rotten;    then send them home.      Whether they are a Mary, Susan, Brian or Steven, Your job is done; you've gotten even!                           Lilly