Whirl a Girl
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Isn’t it fabulous when love is fair?
There once was a girl
Named Sally. She met a girl.
We’ll call her Halley.
Sally and Halley
So loved to dally. So much that
Halley left Sally
Back in the alley.
Yet Sally found gay girl whirl,
Where she loved to twirl.
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The party was hot.
The fete made a raw tempest
Of yearning and pain.
But Sally? She danced and
Sang at the gay girl whirl. She
Turned grief to gladness,
Or so it seemed. No?
Sally put up a brave front,
Hid her heart broken
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From Halley, who came
Later to the gay girl whirl.
Halley saw Sally
In the arms of Cal,
Short for Cally. And she swirled
Sally into a twirl.
Sally savored the
Illusion of liberty.
The sight of Halley
Made her flibberty.
Her heart pounded, her belly sank.
She blinked back the tears,
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But Halley was near.
Halley saw Sally sobbing,
And went for the jeer.
High drama ensued.
Halley shooed the contender
Cally to the alley
Where Halley had left
Sally. At last, Sally came
back to her senses.
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