Wish I could find a man to be my wife
Who’s totally devoted to my needs
Gives me endless free labor
Asks for the bare minimum in return
A man focused on my desire
To be on display when I choose
Who’s aware I can replace him
With a younger, more eager version
Is happily barefoot in the kitchen
Making our house a home
Sacrifices his own needs
Because my needs come first
And he would know his place
Because I gave him my name
A wife is the reward I deserve
My prize and proof I won at life.
Elizebeth Turnquist 
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