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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Big, blonde beauties so beautiful and so pretty, such girls of high class drinking from glasses, filled with the best champagne; and smoking their fine cigarettes, while gossiping their fine stories bragging and spoiling on themselves. ha! ha! Tell me again about your big, booty, blonde beauty and how she has such class! ha! ha! Look at the plastic Barbie dolls strutting along side a wave of Ken dolls and GI Joes. Clumsy broads who smell like a perfume kiosk and a Paris tavern in the 20s filled with writers like: Hemingway and Scott Fitzgerald. Smart guys, with good taste in real women, and not Barbie dolls. It is really sad to see these so-called "women" dancing and shacking on saw-dust dance floors, and then they go off in drunken slurs of how "they have respect for themselves!" and those dark devils, and fools with broken hearts, and rich Wall Street boys who carry their Daddy's pocket wallet filled with a thousand Benjamin's, have their nasty way with them. Stripping them down, like mechanics on an old 65 Mustang GT, having their sweet and marry way with them, with them all... no consideration... no respect... no common curtsey... nothing... Boy, these days with these big legged women, these Big, Blonde and Big, brunette Beauties, boy, where did those women go? Where did the real women go, and how did these portrayers, these lies come into play? No Clue! No Clue! Where or Why! All I have to say is, "Where did the time go?" Where is my big, blonde beauty with her common sense still intact along with a pure liver, lungs and a golden heart; and her books of poetry, and love for classical music? Her only friends are dead writers and role-models. Where is she? Maybe she's at the library, or the bookstore, or the theatre, of maybe she is not here, maybe she is not yet born? Maybe... all I can say is... she is out there, my big, blonde beauty. .1.23.2014.
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