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Fallen into a Fifties Diner

Janice is as fresh and pretty as a fifties diner That opened a week ago, said Cuz. We saw her sitting at the counter And we saw how fresh and crisp she was Her freshly-washed pin-curls give her that fifties look. We wonder if she is related to the hostess or the cook? Janice gives us a smile and we recognize once again. What a gorgeous fifties place, we have fallen in.

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