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>> He Winked At All the Pretty Girls << Thinking back to younger days Which seen from here Are masked in haze Of one slick fellow so uncouth In mannerism borne of youth. He winked at all the pretty girls. Just the pretty ones, for sure, From aspect of their face and form The twinkle of his eye inured Of momentary storm. Torpedoes launched from glance Were aimed At ships of dreams which we contrived. Heartless marked Were heedless maimed Reluctant witness to that power, Learned what life is all about. From what was just A simple wink I watched my dream ship Sink. His willing harem did not prepared him. He went on in that manner For a while. Or, so I'm told, As they grew colder He grew bolder. Now he winked at every mention Of any female, maid, or bitch. Perverted long of lost intention As more were stilled Than sparse survived. I, uncertain in my hour, Destitute by faith of doubt,