There goes the gal,
In the pretty skirt with the
Golden smile that made you feel new.
Like when the marching band strolls the street,
You know another years come too soon.
So you took her hand and she gave a look, that sent you to the moon.
And there you spoke the words of a gentleman
Can I have this dance with you
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Every normal man must be tempted at times to spit on his hands, hoist the black flag, and begin to slit throats. - H. L. Mencken
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