Sally in our alley, some people would say. I hate that name to this very day. Sally with the red dress on, something else to ponder. Mustang Sally, it was no wonder. Back in school it was see Sally run. It was simple to me, there was no fun. Then Sally Rand came into the picture. I had more names than I could ever figure. My Grandma was different, I was Sally Goodin in her eyes. What could I say? It came as no surprise. What I want to know for Heaven sake, what was wrong with my parents in the first darn place? Sally go round the roses, my gal Sal. That's not what they picked. That name of mine, it just wouldn't click. After all these years, I can finally see. There is only one Sally and that is me! Written by:  S. Matheson

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My Name Is Sally