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I Miss Old What's Her Name
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I Miss Old What's Her Name |
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Gunslinger Senior Member
since 1999-10-09
Posts 901TX, USA 
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She always liked the bright lights- Champagne and caviar. Late hours in the night clubs... Big bucks and fancy cars. Just how we met I’m still not sure, I guess I’m rather plain... And every thing I was, and did- Just went against her grain. She started out to change me- She fit me for a tux... And said, “We need a sports car- I loathe those Chevy trucks”. The people she hung out with- Were all a royal pain... The things they found to talk about- Near drove a man insane. She finally said, “That does it”! And, “You can count me gone”! She swore I’d never make it- She ranted on, and on. “Without me you are nothing! You’ll probably go insane!” She may be right, you know tonight? I miss old what’s-her name? I miss the meals she didn't cook- The bed she would not make. The country ham she never fried- Those cakes she never baked... I get a lot more sleep at night- I know that is a shame- I guess I must have lost a lot... I miss old what’s-her-name? |
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soul drifter Senior Member
since 2004-09-08
Posts 711Colorado |
This is tremendous. It reminds me a little of ‘Whatsername’’ by Green Day: “And in the darkest night If my memory serves me right I'll never turn back time Forgetting you but not the time” And this part of your piece: “And every thing I was, and did- Just went against her grain.” FANTASTIC! Names don’t matter if you treasure the faces and the times. Good write. |
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