I won't even know it; my aim
is pretty well off-trail of
your greasy smear; wide
by a couple of states, I guess,
on a good day. Maybe you
can nevermnd that, but
get this, junior: it's not just
my bright white linens; it's
their threadcount. And,
this woman that I love now;
I mistook her for a Ronnette.
I'm not even joking. Yeah,
she's half my age, and married,
no surprise there...just my type, right?
So it would seem. At least,
we needed no introduction.
She looked up at me several times
as she filled my prescriptions,
and each time, smiled
so very sweetly.
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