Moving Mary

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A fun poem about a woman moving from rain to sunshine.
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There’s a girl named Mary, who likes the taste of dairy in her caffeine injected frappé.
She works in the Coffee Genie which is rather teeny-weeny slinging coffee drinks all day.
She wears a small bikini that is rather teeny-weeny, she gets more tips that way.
Her coffee stand is in Seattle with the gritty rabble under overcast that's here to stay.
The rain on her coffee stand sounds like a thrasher band making her quite cray-cray.
So she loaded up her car and she drove so very far to find a Florida beach and lay.
She had herself a plan to open up a stand to separate the tourists from their pay.
She was quite pragmatical and raised herself some capital and got a stand in Tampa Bay.
She still goes by Mary, still likes the taste of dairy, now in ice cream of strawber-ray.
She works in Ice Cream Delphini which is rather teeny-weeny slinging cones all day.
She still wears her small bikini that’s rather teeny-weeny, she gets more tips that way.
She works right there in Tampa flirting with another grandpa and she intends to stay.

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