As much as he looked, the other women
never dropped anything; everything stayed
in their steady hands, the lithe waitress
didn't drop her order pad, the cute librarian
never dropped her tightly clasped books.
With a firm grasp they held on. But she,
she kept dropping her pen, and where
would he have been without that?
15.-20..06.2024
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