Redhead

I passed a redhead
And had to gaze
At the sweater that held
Her hips in a tight embrace

I stood at the corner
Feeling a little hot
Hoping she would pass me
But she did not

I saw a redhead
A bouncy tank top
Planning to say hi
Or maybe what’s up

So I stood at the corner
But she walked away
I guess that means
This is not my day.
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