The debutantes seem all the rage
Their beauty is without question
As portraits spread the society page
Of our local, quaint newspaper
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one doesn't need designer ware to look good. well written. tnx
Oh my! This had me chuckling. I love the sentiment, though, I confess both visions of femininity are outside my usual venues: not a debutant and even though my dad took me hunting a few times, I never dressed in camouflage. I think my most memorable experiences involving hunting was being knocked on my tush after shooting a Chucker (think that is name of bird) and having it explode, because I was too close. Actually a rather horrible experience. The other was feeding rabbit to my dog every time my dad would come back from hunting and cook up his catch. I think I had a pass from further hunting after the Chucker experience.
Hello fellow poet. Richard, what a cute, delightful story. Great reading. Do you know how we can bipass all these commercials and pop ups on this site. They drive me crazy and take so much time? Thanks, Loyd