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Post by vimala on Mar 22, 2008 21:40:55 GMT 5.5
Moods of woman: An angel of truth A dream of fiction She is afraid of a wasp will scream at a mouse; but will tackle a stranger alone in the house. Sour as vinegar, sweet as a rose; she will kiss u one minute, then turn up her nose. She will win u in rage, enchant u in silk; She will b stronger then brandy, milder then milk. At times she will b vengeful, merry n sad; She will hate u like poison & love u like hell...!!
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