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My Other Rib


My other rib, I can't seem to find,
Eve has Adam's,
whose got mine.


I've found many, but none of them fit,
they only want to sample my rib,
say it's good, that's it.


No more sampling,
letting my rib go to waste,
If I keep letting everyone sample it,
there will be nothing left to taste.


Maybe in heaven,
or here on earth,
I'll meet my other rib,
who knows what my wait will be worth.

Written by Wanda C. Borders

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