She Had Mud On Her Shoes
He (driving up to the curb)—Hello, little girl, wanta go for a ride?
Sweet Thing—Nothing doing, I’m walking home from one now.
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She—“I wish God had made me a boy.”
He—“He did. I’m he.”
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He (driving up to the curb)—Hello, little girl, wanta go for a ride?
Sweet Thing—Nothing doing, I’m walking home from one now.
* * *
She—“I wish God had made me a boy.”
He—“He did. I’m he.”
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