Fanory*


I once met a sweet gal in a two-bit bar.

She asked my name and if I had a car.

I boasted “I’m Cool Breeze and I’ve wheels to roam.”

She bought me a drink and said “take me home.”

Outside I presented my scooter and off I rode, alone.

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*Fanory = ½ fantasy + ½ memory (+/-)

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