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The Drifter.. part three.
It was a September night,that they arranged to meet;
The drifter waited for the damsel , at the corner of the street;
Thinking how he would handle this, as the sky grew dark and grey
It was just after eight o'clock, wondering if he should go or stay;
No sign could he see of the damsel, his heart began to pound!
Panic setting in, until he heard a familiar sound;
Stiletto heals racing ! And a waving of the arm
“Hello “she said in her beauty,“hasn't the night become hot and warm“?
The drifters mouth fell open, at the vision that he saw.
The damsel looking radiant, in her hour glass form;
“Sorry! I was running late“, the damsel did proclaim
The drifter just couldn't take his eyes away, from her long blonde golden main……….
Suddenly there eyes met, they looked into each others souls;
The electricity sparked! between two people becoming whole;
The drifter and the damsel, walked off in togetherness,
The drifter thinking to himself, this night is going to be bliss……
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The Drifter.. part three.
The Drifter.. part three.