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Him, She Couldn'T Beat!
The girl boarded the crowded bus
She walked, Head down, amongst the fuss
She sat on the 'ladies' seat, lowered her sight
But her chin was up, posture upright
For having the 'Reserved' seat so lucky she felt
Just then her keys dropped, she knelt
On getting up, she saw a man staring at her..
But she kept quite, as she'll have to, forever
She kept quite, didn't speak
Because HIM, she couldn't beat..
She alighted from the bus, went into the house..
There she saw her god, her boss, her spouse
She lowered her sight again, started with the ...