Listing his various loves,

And hair color of former doves…

He found these three

Most frequently,

Were treated with softer gloves.

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For blondes he’ll often fall,

One nearly got it all…

A job wasn’t found

And he ran aground,

Someone else got her all!

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A brunette is who he married,

And whose torch he’s carried…

For reds he’ll fall

And dream it all,

The brunette is glad he tarried!

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–Jonathan Caswell