| Open Poetry #50 |
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A Bottle Spins Searching For The Willing One: Post Office Closes At Four... |
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Bluesy Socrateaser Member Elite
since 2002-11-07
Posts 2417In The Mirror
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Taking their seats in opposition around an earthen table, a svelte young lady enters the room wearing little but a disfigured crown She carefully concocts bourbon sodas over ice, weaning a despondent bottle of its fleeting auburn tears As the seated ones lose their inhibitions, an old game is transformed by a new one that is spun ...I’m told nobody won ...just bein' Bluesy |
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Lori Grosser Rhoden Member Patricius
since 2009-10-10
Posts 10202Fair to middlin' of nowhere |
Hey I remember that game! Only it was a pop bottle. All I remember is a closet and chapped lips and braces... ![]() |
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Bluesy Socrateaser Member Elite
since 2002-11-07
Posts 2417In The Mirror |
Ha! That sounds pretty innocent for you, Lori Rhoden! ![]() Love those braces! ![]() ...just bein' Bluesy |
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Lori Grosser Rhoden Member Patricius
since 2009-10-10
Posts 10202Fair to middlin' of nowhere |
The braces weren't mine, neither were the chapped lips. It was my first boy/girl party. I was not impressed. ~L |
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Bluesy Socrateaser Member Elite
since 2002-11-07
Posts 2417In The Mirror |
"Not impressed", eh? Some boys/guys just try too hard to make some things "impressive"... Even things that are perfectly natural ![]() ...just bein' Bluesy |
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