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THE CUTE RED HEAD
by Paul Curtis I sit in the beer garden Not because I wanted a drink Or because it was a nice day But because I wanted to see her I didn't know her name I just knew her as the cute red head The girl with the open smiling face And the full bountiful lips Jade green eyes, and of course the red hair I'm really rather sad To come to the same ghastly pub, To drink luke warm beer each day Just for a glimpse of an angel I am a fifty something family man with a passion for writing and I draw inspiration from those around me. paul.curtis1956 @ btinternet.com http://www.dreamagic.com/poetry/poetry.html http://www.peculiar-poetry.com/ Article Source: http://www.faithwriters.com |