First Love
I saw her, 50 years ago. A date arranged by a friend. She was out of an Irish Spring ad.
I saw her, 50 years ago.
A date arranged by a friend.
She was out of an Irish Spring ad.
An Irish lass, red hair to her waist.
A long-legged maiden with skin as pale as cre…
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