I was seeing double, and that made for at least twice as many stars in the narrow
field of vision from my suddenly heavy-lidded eyes. Man! This broad could kiss. Or
was that punch?
Still dazed and doubled over, I tried to put together what I could. I knew it had
come out of nowhere. It was a hook. Yeah. That girl could write a song with a hook
as sweet as a first kiss but with the punch of a prizefighter.
"I do love a good country song", I thought to myself, but I really had
to wonder if I could handle the repeated listening...
77 El Deora
Oblique Americana: a verbis ad verbera