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| Picture Perfect Picture yourself at the local store, wearing those sweats you've worn before. Picture you hair throw up in a clip, with that little curl that always flips. Now, picture the guy behind you in line, with a little bread and a little wine. Picture him straight out of GQ, then picture him looking at you. Picture him tall and wearing a tux, and you look like you just got off a truck. Picture him enthralled by your beauty, and you blush, knowing you look dirty. Then, suddenly you're in a different land. You can hear the sound of a distant band. You notice the lights have turned way down, and now you're wearing an evening gown. He takes your hand and asks for that dance. You feel like you've entered into a trance. And so you dance, in the afternoon, with the man of your dreams and not some goon. Picture this next time at the store, and you may enjoy going there more Copyright@1996Heather Johnson . |
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