Watch Me Run From the Fuzz
My purse is sheer seventies, with sassy swinging fringe.
Cut from flowered leather straps – pink and yellow on white leather.
I feel seventeen when I wear it.
Listen to seventies music – Beach Boys, Beatles, Mama Cass.
I am sassy too, driving over ninety miles an hour now.
Putting the pedal to the metal.
Getting my groove on.
Uh-oh.
Watch me run from the Fuzz!
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