Yeah, I went straight.

Straight to a few iron ladies' hearts.
(This one had a heart of brass. But that's another story.)
I brushed up on my sophisticated side with some reading. Ladies like a brain not just the brawn of my physique.

I worked with Mike for a while.

He said I was a monkey on his back. That job gave me plenty of time to think since talking shop wasn't exactly onerous. Nice word onerous.

I fell into a bit of recursive thinking.
I got to dreaming of bigger better places.

And when you dream it, life brings the teachers. That's another story.
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