My New Man, Part 5

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By jwhwz

He doesn't care; What other people think; He's not afraid to admit; That he likes the color pink. He longs for the days; When he could watch cartoons; And eat Smurfberry Crunch; From morning until noon. He likes gentle things in life; As well as those that are harsh; He would ever let his family sink; If they were stuck in a marsh. He has an excellent memory; He did a great job in school; He's the kind of man; A lot of people think is cool. His evil side is angry at the world; There are many peole to blame; That is one reason why he likes so much; To play his computer game. She loves it when; He holds her hand; He won't fly on a plane; He wants to stay on land.

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