The girl with the red hair
made my head throb
I'd seen her on my way to the canteen
She would call out
"There are more fish in the sea"
I got a letter
We had met at camp
she wanted to know
if we could get together
I envisioned her
as a ravishing brown haired beauty
I promptly wrote back
I promised to visit her
I'll never forget how
her hand fit into mine
I asked the girl to marry me
she said, "yes."
The girl with the red hair
is now a grandmother
she still makes my heart pound
W.J. Lindberg, Crossout Poem
Source: Reminisce, August/September 2012 Issue, Page 39.
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