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I knew her Looked like she'd dabbed blush on Her eye sockets instead of Her cheeks And her hair was kinda dark, kinda stringy She hadn't seen the sun since winter, At least But, never thought I'd see her lips Go bluer than her eyes, but hey Guess I coulda closed mine Kinda like her folks did, long ago First time she begged 'em to, (ma, don't peek!) Like it was some kinda surprise A magic trick, more like Vanishing act That left the whole crowd (all seven lanes of traffic) Gasping, guessing, Was she real? Was she ever here at all? Well, I was her I think
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Sep 22, 2018
Sep 22, 2018 at 11:25 AM UTC
The Dame on Gatecity Street
I knew her Looked like she'd dabbed blush on Her eye sockets instead of Her cheeks And her hair was kinda dark, kinda stringy She hadn't seen the sun since winter, At least But, never thought I'd see her lips Go bluer than her eyes, but hey Guess I coulda closed mine Kinda like her folks did, long ago First time she begged 'em to, (ma, don't peek!) Like it was some kinda surprise A magic trick, more like Vanishing act That left the whole crowd (all seven lanes of traffic) Gasping, guessing, Was she real? Was she ever here at all? Well, I was her I think
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Sep 22, 2018
Sep 22, 2018 at 11:25 AM UTC
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