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    I am a one man woman,
    And I hope you are a one woman man,
    Who am I kidding?
    You are a man, a satan, a poacher.
    One woman man, no way
    So I say, please do define your ways.

    This is the story of the other woman,
    Who thought she was the woman,
    And to find out she was the other woman.

    Norman, I mean no man
    Should be allowed to play around
    Nor prey around.
    With an undercover agent,
    Ready to uncover an agent,
    Something so urgent,
    The so called suspect,
    Who accords no respect,
    To his woman,
    Nor his other woman.

    See, he makes me feel special,
    In every party am his girl,
    His woman.
    But a girlfriend says he’s got another woman.
    I think to myself, “she must be the other woman”
    Who I suspected to be around due to a rumour.
    A flower he calls me,
    But to her, he get them delivered.
    I decide to ask him,
    Then he’s mad,
    Don’t you trust me?
    I end up being the bad woman.

    Am holding on for marriage
    Not knowing am excess baggage
    Just like garbage,
    I’ll be tossed out when he wills it,
    Then on my way I’ll be,
    Still the other woman.

    (c) Msooh
    {Muthoni Gitau, a noisy poet, lover of the word, actor & film fanatic}

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    Beautifully penned .

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