The Perfect Girl
Illusions take a long time to fade away
Maybe we like them more,
Because they sanitize reality for us,
Make light of our foibles,
Allow escape into a fantasy
Less harsh than reality
Where our dreams have not yet
Been altered by the fact of age,
Aches, pains, and regrets,
Where Little Stevie Wonder
Still plays for the gang,
And the worst evil gets
Is a buffoon with a lot of zippers
Vanquished with the thrust of a hip
Accented by a bit of fringe,
Where grandiose plans are pulled off
At the last minute,
And young lovers,
The perfect girl and boy,
Always make up in the end.
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