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Friday, April 2, 2010

Bar Napkin Posey

Left Poem
By GC SMITH

A poem left upon a table
the table in a smoky corner
the bartender found it with a tip;
hmm, introducing her to that guy paid off

The poem waxed most eloquently
on the lady’s scintillating conversation,
her pulchritude, laughter, joy de vivre
and to where this fortunate night might lead

The bartender wondered for a short while
one night stand or perhaps more
then shrugged, wiped the table,
and pocketed the tip

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