To The Redhead at Dorris Ranch

Springfield OR

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Last week, Tuesday night, I was walking my dog out at Dorris Ranch when I saw you ride by. Your braids were swaying in the wind, your eyes sparkled as you looked my way. And then, as you slid out in the gravel, going bum over teakettle, I knew you were the one for me. I went back the next day, hoping to see you, but you were gone. Where have you gone? What lucky gravel is caressing you now as you crash out? I hope our paths cross again.