“Daddy, what does that girl see in him?”
I asked my Dad one day.
“Red lights, I reckon,” he replied;
That’s all that he would say.
I sat there, pondering life’s odd twists
As I gazed upon the pair.
“You know she’d have to,” Daddy said,
“Or she’d have not stopped there!”
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