Lines

You have a line, I have a line.
My line is not yours, your line is not mine.
You bend your line, I bend my line.
I don't like the bend of your line, you don't like the bend of my line.
The lines bend and curve gracefully and intertwine.
Are there now lines or is it a twisted knot?

Complicated

I'm beginning to understand why men have carried on believing the age old belief that women are complicated.

(Women are crazy!)

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[Apologies to my kind]