please don't tell charley

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    please don't tell charley

    please don't tell charley

    she rode into my life with much noise
    a roaring engine and a kickstand
    she looked at the line of us boys
    and said I'm looking for a real man

    she sent my mind all a flutter
    and set her sexual hooks into my heart
    asking my name I could only stutter
    B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-....bartz?

    the light glittered off the metal all over the place
    but I really found myself drawn like a moth
    to the diamond and gold stud in the middle of her face
    I could not move, I felt like a sloth

    we rode off together but please don't tell charley
    that I was falling behind on my scooter, she on her harley

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    Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.

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