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She was a plump, short girl with pretty face I didn’t mind to give her my wandered heart Without interest but with a balance of seeing Her any more again. Time was being unpredictable as I saw her back in New Orleans Trashing cans and smoking cigarette at a dock of a fancy restaurant And she told me she had a baby and the father was unknown. If there was a grill she did not show unless and until I noticed How beautiful she was. I heard the girl said who is that mom and she replied nobody. She smiled, kicked the cigarette away and turned her back At me and I felt at that moment so ruin and so damned dirty Without knowing why.