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Look Out For Brunettes
It is those brunettes you must look out for Jim warned Sam
Sam did not listen; he was totally smitten
Ate at the Honky-tonk Diner daily
To get a whiff of Miranda.
She smelled better than his grandma’s lap from when he was four,
Better than his mother’s bubble bath he remembered.
She exuded a magical mystical fragrance
Ivory Soap? Avon's Sweet Honesty from the seventies?
It did not matter. She was wholesome and pretty.
Her hair shone like a campfire in the sunlight.
He like Honky-tonk burgers, but he was here for her.
Jim rolled his eyes.
She’s dangerous, he warned him. “Sure, she looks safe, but….
Hey! Who is that?” Apparently, there was a new waitress.
Another auburn headed delight, she looked like a girl next door,
They were both in trouble now.
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Caren Krutsinger
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