Who is she?(C) Tony Fallon 101817
I met her beneath the pale moonlight
In the Catskills Saturday night
I was all alone in my old motor car
Trying to meet friends in Gavin’s Bar
I was so annoyed I was ready to explode
She stopped her car on Golden Hill Road
I tell you we must be a sight
Two cars stopped on the hill in early night
I simply asked her for directions
She had to make a few corrections
My intended address was not precise
And she quickly gave me good advice
She patted my hand and said “don’t go astray
Good Luck to you now be on your way”
With a wave and a smile she was gone
Now I think about her from dust to dawn.
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