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Yuppie Love |
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Dom Mart Member
since 1999-08-17
Posts 164Florida |
She's ready for business At her corner table, alone, Cappucino and laptop Beside cellular phone. He sits just a table away. His fingers nervously tap, He's dealing via his cell phone, Papers are strewn on his lap. I can't be certain of course, But it's a pretty good hunch, Given the fact that it's noon, They've stopped in here for lunch. Lunch--perhaps you remember, At lunch how your restive feet Would stir, so eager to rush, Headlong, into the street. How the street charmed and whispered, "Today you may find your chance For undreamed of adventure Or unexpected romance. Ah, but that was another life. Who knows, maybe their use of time Beats my lunch hour fantasies That never made me a dime. |
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Denise
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-08-22
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I opt for the old fashioned version of lunch myself! Money ain't everything! Delightful, as always, Dom! Denise |
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