The Blonde
Pulled in front of 711 in my red Corvette
Just as a curvy blonde came out the door
She pulled out and lit a smelly cigarette
Alas, just before my fantasy could soar
(Smoking may look cool, but it’s not much fun kissing a smoker)
poem by Ray Lucero
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