I watched.
She flashed eyes.
Bar seen queen.
A quicker hooker upper.
She poured a hot shot.
He took the bait.
Moved in.Said words.
Milky dream turned to curds.
Just fate.
Abate the date.
I watched.
The eyes checked the plate.
Fifteen bar stools.
Fourteen uncools.
She looked at me.
Not my type.
Second rate.
Guess I'll wait.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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