Mildred, you fill us with dread! We always tread Very carefully Where you are concerned. Mildred, you make us see red! You need to have your head Examined thoroughly Do you understand? Mildred, you will never be wed! Who would want to bed Someone so silly? Forget about wedding bands! Mildred, you've been misled! Music that is old or dead That is, from the fifties and sixties, Should be nothing but bland. Mildred! Have you heard anything we've said? Mildred? MILDRED?
Reason for writing:
What people say about me:-)
Birth sign: Leo
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