Searching For A Naked Lady
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Searching for a Naked Lady
By Jeff Simms
I left the petri dish confines of Chicago searching for the story behind a blurry picture.
Uncertainty escalated with each hard drop of rain that splashed my nearly opaque windshield.
I feared the rising tides of the Quad cities; but I had to know the truth behind her obscurity.
THE RAIN LET UP, THE CLOUDS WERE NEARBY, NATURE WAS READY TO SAY HI!
The Hills of Iowa whispered their folklore, while the burrows smiled as I passed by.
I was kissed by the Nebraska sun when I arrived at her doorstep.
She was absolutely gorgeous!
Her curves were astounding.
Her epidermis had my heart pounding.
Her slides pumped with grace, and her valves were responding.
She showed me her Naked Bell and I was pondering
How could this be the Sousaphone from the blurry picture?
A dear older woman answered my question
Everything was so clear when I saw her shaky hands.
Her picture did not capture the beauty of this sousaphone, but her words certainly did.
I will cherish the stories of Bernard Kamarad and Frank Kucera.
Your brother’s pride of ownership was truly amazing.
Thank you for the most wonderful trip to Omaha Nebraska
I had so much fun searching for a Naked Lady