Every other day you are my friend.
I get my children herded for your bend.
Pre-dawn hours I rush to bloody my legs.
Every day would be nice I beg.
When there was 1, there were naps.
With 2, there could be coronary bypass.
I grew my hair long, no everyday wash needed.
No style has the tresses heeded.
Hot, warm, steamy.
My dear shower you are my McDreamy.
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