there once was a girl with a curl
right in the middle of her forehead

and when she was good,
she was very, very good

and when she was bad,
she was horrid. [better].

I’ve had a naughty little curl
getting in my eyes all weekend,
just sprung up out of nowhere
when I boarded the plane! 😉

I’m sad that I’m leaving New York.
I feel like we have only just met,
and I haven not learned your name.
I think I need to see more of you.


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