A-DAREDEVIL-DRIVER-LADY'S-
NOW-SO-OVER-AND-DONE-DAYS
The girl was a New Ager
nor an old hippie.
She was a super-tramp,
a motorized-gypsy
who drove a painted-wagon,
drove a cosmic-caravan,
and drank from a flagon
or rather a demijohn.
The girl was a stranger,
an otherworldy sort.
Wild-rose of the highway,
a spaced-out cosmonaut
who drove a painted-wagon,
drove a cosmic-caravan,
and drank from a flagon
or rather a demijohn.
A dusky looking lass
whose daring days are done.
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