Just An Older, Superterranean Type Of Lady

It seems every woman I meet

Is a gold digger of sorts,

Or else too young to engage

As romantically-inclined cohorts.

I’m not the sort of man who’s oft

Accused or called a whiner

But for once I want to meet a gal

Who’s not a miner or a minor.

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