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Manic Pixie Dream Girl at a Funeral
The manic pixie dream girl of my youth
Curving and tight, scampering along the beach
Her wild black hair flying about as she danced
Teasing all the boys with her sunlit joys
I read to her Rod McKuen by candlelight
While Joni Mitchell on the turntable mused
We played and smoked, and drank good screwcap wine
And played some more, and then she went away
And now - an old lady in a funeral home pew
And I’m not so sure of myself anymore
(“Manic pixie dream girl” is a neologism attributed to film critic Nathan Rubin)
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