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PoetFemme, I do remember,
Think it was in September,
Back in nineteen sixty eight,
I was just a kid, things were great.
A blind date I was waiting for,
Knew she was sweet, nuthin' more,
I was waiting for her to call,
Going nuts, nervous and all,
Was supposed to meet her at nine or so,
Going crazy, ready to go,
It was around eight fifty five,
So I mixed a drink, just to survive,
Had three more, passing the time,
Before I knew it, it was almost nine.
When she called, I was finally calm,
She picked me up, went out on the town.
Got drunk, got laid, had a great time,
And I'm sure your meeting, will go just fine!