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Jan 2012
She took my breath away
just by her being near
Her long red ginger hair
Her dangerous curves, her sparkling pair
of eyes that chanced to look my way
Just as the wind snatched my toupee
(That knocked the wind out of my sail)
That left me paunchy, bald and pale.

I guess I might as well inhale.
Middle aged man tries to "**** it up" to impress a passing supermodel- but fate conspires against him.
John F McCullagh
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John F McCullagh  63/M/NY
(63/M/NY)   
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