Moods Of A Woman: 

An Angel Of Truth And 
A Dream Of Fiction. 
She’s Afraid Of A Wasp, She’ll Scream At A Mouse; But Will Tackle A Stranger Alone In House. 
Sour As Vinegar, Sweet As A Rose; She’ll Kiss You One Minute, Then Turn Up Her Nose. 
She’ll Win You In Rage, Enchant You In Silk; She’ll Be Stronger Than Brandy, Milder Than Milk. 
At Times She’ll Be Vengeful, Merry And Sad; She’ll Hate You Like Poison And Love You Like Mad.

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