“Perfect
Strangers”
Perfect
Strangers with tattered pages
Survived
several readings through the ages
Her
biological clock was ticking
He
had guilt sharp and sticking
They
made a pact, a bit courageous
He’d
marry and sire for his wages
She
was plain, he had rages
Both
beyond romantic picking
Perfect
Strangers
The
two sported emotional cages
But
their love grew in stages
Their
positive traits began clicking
Then
the baby started kicking
Perfect
Strangers
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