I didn't really like it. That is what she tried to tell me. Of course, I would believe her. They way she said things, and the way she looked;so, beautiful. What else would I do? Only anything she asked.
     Yeah, right.
   I remember visiting her one late evening.The hour was perhaps 11:30, or so. Not too late to check on the welafare of a single, young lady. I went with the best intentions, only to find seven other gentlemen ( gentlemen, yeah right.) waiting for her ,too. Then, about 3:30 am, or so, she comes sauntering in like no bodies business.
      She looked around, and with a great sigh said, " I'm sorry fellas, but I am awfully tired. I am afraid two of ya will have to go home!"
Well, you can imagine how we guys felt, just looking at each other. And then she smiles, and says, "Just kidding' Come on in!"
   What a night, and what a girl.
That's how she was, and that's how that is.

    I know how it is.

     I know too much. That is my problem. I wish I didn't know as much, or at least not be able to remember so much. I need to forget, that's my problem too. I wish I could, but I can't. So, that's my problem. I know too much, and I can't forget.