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letra de my sally - michael yonkers

i met my sally in the church in the valley
at sunday morning prayer
there was no sermon on that fair morning
only songs from her hair
i′m sure glad i was there
well, she had on just as fresh as dawn
was a see-through silken blouse
i just could not but help to look at
her there in good god’s old house
i was biting my mouth
old pastor rubble was having trouble
for he had seen her, too
his bowels were trembling, his sentence pending
but he made it to noon
said “amen” none too soon
i ran into sally in the parish alley
and i said, “sorry ma′am, i didn’t mean to run into you
with my ’58 oldsmobile with thе pink oak heel carpeting
and the foam dice hanging from thе rear-view mirror
but gosh darn, i was so taken up by your effervescent beauty
ma′am, well, mercy sakes,” then i asked her hand
why, i don′t understand
thank you, thank you much

- michael yonkers

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