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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Moods of a Man:
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Hungry,
Angry,
Sleepy! :-D :-D

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