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The Writings of Vangie Pinkney

My Old Man

I longed for someone fair of face
Full of all the social grace
One who loves me as I am
And never leaves me in a jam
One who takes me warts and all
And never hesitates to call
He reaches for me in the dead of night
And takes me into summer's light

I got a man of average build
Who's stubborn and fails to yield
When I am right and he is wrong
And seldom wants to go along
Although he does not fit the plan
Still I love him, my old man

Vangie Pinkney
(c)copyright 8-2000