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The Wild-Child by the Aimless Drifter

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She’s the love child often scorned

Bereft of ties

She eats alone

She returns home early morn

To no dear face or voice familiar

With broad-mindedness enough to shame

She’s slept with a dozen men

She’s trapped in a labyrinth of trance

Indifferent, she sways to a psychedelic dance

She’s the hippy with the tousled mane

A bohemian rhapsody who snorts cocaine

In the revving Royal Enfield she veers away

Into an off-beat track

Her smoky eyes reveal she’s sloshed

And tonight she begs for no love

All she yearns for is a trip and a puff !

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