Refined
She was so sweet, like refined sugar
He was so crude, like oil from a well
And sometimes even a real booger
But deep down she could always tell
That someday he would really be swell
And that true love they would surely find
Because he would end up doing really well
And that marriage license would be signed
With the ringing of that old wedding bell
Down the road of life they would both propel
Copyright © Quentin Ehlinger | Year Posted 2013
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