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Sailing expensive fried food, 'cross awful carpets so crude, A bright sunny strong attitude, This lovely young Lady's fine mood... And customers, often quite rude, Dummies that drag in their brood, Scrooges and harlots half **** Still can not drag down her mood. For this is not where she will stay This will be, soon, yesterday She is her own sunshine ray She plans her own life her own way Studying hard every night To strengthen her mind she will fight, Managing well, money tight, From her might, to height, and the light.
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Jun 3, 2014
Jun 3, 2014 at 10:59 PM UTC
Ode to my Waitress
Sailing expensive fried food, 'cross awful carpets so crude, A bright sunny strong attitude, This lovely young Lady's fine mood... And customers, often quite rude, Dummies that drag in their brood, Scrooges and harlots half **** Still can not drag down her mood. For this is not where she will stay This will be, soon, yesterday She is her own sunshine ray She plans her own life her own way Studying hard every night To strengthen her mind she will fight, Managing well, money tight, From her might, to height, and the light.
She's cool
clinton-arneson
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Jun 3, 2014
Jun 3, 2014 at 10:59 PM UTC
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