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Best Poems About / On HUSBAND
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A Husband...
A husband should be
Loyal and honest
A husband should be
Strong and protective
A husband should be
Loving and romantic
A husband should be
Patient and understanding
A husband should know
When enough is enough
A husband should know
When to fight and when to cry
A husband should know
all your goals and dreams
A husband should know
your strengths and well as your weaknesses
A husband needs to be a true man
A husband needs to love you unconditionally
A husband needs to know your heart is forever his
sarah holmes
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woman/pretty
Women are pretty
But wife is beautiful
Women are hottest
But wife is the sexiest
Woman are for sex
But a wife is to make love with
Wife is a forbidden fruit
.To you all
. Wife is loved
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At home and by her husband
The wife is the husbands
And husband love making love to her
No other women can
Give a husband the love
A wife is the husband success
Full of warmth and happiness
Mother to the children
She is gifted
see fee lee
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My Family
My brother Lee Wagner and wife
My sister Billies Rose and husband George Tmeple
Me and my Husband Walter Hoffpavir
My sister Jewel Dyan and husband Curtis Diyon
My sister Ruby Lee and husband Walter Wright
My baby sister Joyce and husband Charles Staples
My brother Walter Toler and wife
I have two boys Rex and Ralph
Living nearby with children of their own
Grandchildren on the way
But where the tall grass grows
Birds nest in the trees
The wind blows free
Artie T. Hoffpauir
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My Husband
It is true:
My husband
has never
taken out
the garbage
from our little house
in the suburbs.
My husband
has never
taken our children
out for the night
to trick-or-treating
as I sit
on the porch in a witch hat.
My husband
has never
come home from
a long day
to a special meal
I have prepared
just for him.
My husband
has never
told me he loves me
beside a warm fire
on our honeymoon.
But he will.
Erica Francis
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