At a glance with no trance in France an advanced woman
Can take a man from a wanton woman who feels on her heels
Her husband hangs, on her petticoat her husband pleads from a ban
She's imposed with neither repose nor cause only that her eels
Dictate states of debates and rates of peace in her home
Where the wanton woman stresses and presses for her delusion and illusion
To prevail although lots of thoughtful women roam
Through life looking for Mr Right to whom fruitful fusion
Wonderful women willingly want
To realize as a prize they'd treasure
Beyond measure while wanton women can't
See seas of synergy from hubbies whose hobby and leisure
Wanton women press down
As their hubby exhausted from too much stress
Give in to the sieve in their town
Where advanced women them want to bless with limpid love, unstress them and them caress.
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