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Jan 2015
Her trip was only two hours away
She couldn’t wait to go and play
Not a long trip, but better than nothing
Get out of this town, start on her hunting

By that of course she means a man
The man of her dreams
Her diabolical plan

She’s looking for the one
Everywhere she goes
Shop-Rite, dry-cleaners, you never know!

They say stop looking
He’ll find you
She doesn’t buy that
And has nothing better to do

So she gets all dressed up and pretty
Works on her smile, turns on the witty

There he stood
She knew he was the one
Standing by the gate, she was ready for some fun

She looked for a ring
But there wasn’t one there
Maybe this was the jackpot
He had a beautiful head of hair

She moved very quietly across the crowded gate
She was on a mission, she was after her mate
She bumped into him lightly with her backpack
She looked at him, and he glared back

She started to speak, then there she came
His wife and kids, was she going insane?
How did she miss it?
There wasn’t a sign
This didn’t fit into her marrying design

He turned his back to her
His family was there
They looked so happy
It just wasn’t fair!

She got on the plane
Her mood in the gutter
She ordered a drink
And then another

So much for her plan
It was not working out
But she still had three days
To figure it all out
GailForceWinds
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GailForceWinds  Montville, NJ
(Montville, NJ)   
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