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Snowflake

Write your poem — she told me –
not about a snow storm
but rather a snow flake.
That is how she came to me,
not with blizz and bluster,
fizz and fluster, but soft
and Seleney, floaty, flirty,
melt on my shirty,
crystallined, one of a kind.

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(I want an woman with an) Old Subaru

 

I want a woman with an old Subaru

No Ford, no Chevy, no B M Double-U

I want to kick back and just soak up the view

With a woman in an old Subaru

 

With skis on top and a Yakima rack

Rusted-out body and a dog in the back

With four wheel drive and an engine so true

I want a woman with an old Subaru

 

Backpack, kayak, hear the whippoorwill

Bivouac in the back, drive us up the hill

Slim hips, skinny dips, dancing in the dew

Sweet lips, pleasure trips in her Subaru

 

I want a woman with an old Subaru

Tofu and veggies on a hot barbecue

Swiss Army knife with a blade and corkscrew

I want a woman with an old Subaru

 

I want a woman who can pull back her hair

Hike for two weeks with nary a care

A blow-dried babe from the city won’t do

I want a woman with an old Subaru

 

No Paris, No Mariah, a Mercedes just won’t do

No Britney en la playa  and her tacky retinue

No in-dash micro chips, no ditzy ingénue

Just good lovin pleasure trips in her Subaru

 

The president he drives a big pickup truck

When it comes to people he just don’t give a fuck

Now listen here — this is what we should do

Elect a woman in an old Subaru

 

I want a woman with an old Subaru

No Ford, no Chevy, no B M Double-U

I want to kick back and just soak up the view

With a woman in an old Subaru

Yeah, with my woman and her old Subaru

I said my woman and her old Subaru-u-u-u-u.

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