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Have always had a thing for redheads but even after all these years, I only ever met one that left her name etched in my soul.
It was at a Grand Funk RR concert back in the early 1970s. Her name was Cheryl and she gave me her phone number before we had to part for the evening.
Unfortunately, I lost it when we got pulled by the cops on the way home because the driver was whacked out of his head. My pockets were emptied, I spent the night in the tank with a bunch of other stoners, dopers and slurps. The next morning, that number was not in the items returned to me.
Wherever you are girl... I still remember you to this day.
Not much better in this world than a true redhead. Maybe a freckled redhead... maybe a bespectacled freckled redhead... I'm a man with very specific tastes...
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It was at a Grand Funk RR concert back in the early 1970s. Her name was Cheryl and she gave me her phone number before we had to part for the evening.
Unfortunately, I lost it when we got pulled by the cops on the way home because the driver was whacked out of his head. My pockets were emptied, I spent the night in the tank with a bunch of other stoners, dopers and slurps. The next morning, that number was not in the items returned to me.
Wherever you are girl... I still remember you to this day.