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She’s Just my Style
I used to drive around just looking for her,
Hoping that a meeting soon would occur.
I didn’t have a clue if she would even talk to me,
I didn’t even know if she was free.
But I knew that I had to give it a try,
Cause I really, really wanted to be her guy.
Diving my Camero looking for her smile,
If only she was beside me I would be riding in style.
Finally one night she climbed right in,
So we took my red Camero for a little spin.
After two kisses I thought OH WOW,
She’s going to be mine someway some how.
It’s been forty years and she’s still here with me,
And every single day that smile I get to see!
JRS © 11-4-08
The “Okie” Poet
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