you've got charm, kid.
the kind thats kinda drippy and obviously pretty.
not the cool cat slinky hipped dancing under streetlights kind,
nor the beatnik hipster jaded blase and ready for the world,
not big-eyed innocent with a ribbon round her hair gingham bloomers growing flowers
not the Katherine Hepburn have-all-the-lines cant-be-one-upped i've-got-you confidence
nor the Queen alabaster skinned with back ramrod straight melting voice of another world
not throaty smoky full lipped buxom beauty just the touch of helplessness to frenzy men
not even the homegrown earth under the fingernails callused tanned hardworking honest as the open sky kind
none of the worldly, exciting, quirky or lovable picture perfections you've always dreamed about. no, you've got the charm of a straight up smile,
easy to be teased,
laugh at all their jokes,
clear-eyed and even-toothed,
a touch of a flirt
and
just plain nice
and that's all.
and the boys come flocking
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