reminds me of Betty,
i tell my love
as we drive
down the highway
heading to
the beach
for a three-day getaway.
i'm sick and tired of hearing about
Betty, she tells me,
slamming
her hand against
the dashboard.
what's up with you and Betty?
aren't you over
her yet?
i turn the radio up
and sing along,
it's Donovan singing
Season of the Witch, one
of my
favorite songs.
look, a Dairy Queen
up ahead,
how about we stop for ice-cream,
i tell her,
which calms her down.

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