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I gaze across the aisle, Hoping only for a smile; Her face, alight, A comedy, divine; Bracelets, silver, Gently collide. Silk soft, She coughs, And then she sighs, Licks lips un-dry... Casual curls, dis- Arrayed perfection-- Was that a glance In my direction? She's caught my eying, Her gaze deep brine, A plainly painted sign:   Sharks infest these waters,   Swimmers beware.
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Nov 28, 2012
Nov 28, 2012 at 11:28 PM UTC
The City Bus
I gaze across the aisle, Hoping only for a smile; Her face, alight, A comedy, divine; Bracelets, silver, Gently collide. Silk soft, She coughs, And then she sighs, Licks lips un-dry... Casual curls, dis- Arrayed perfection-- Was that a glance In my direction? She's caught my eying, Her gaze deep brine, A plainly painted sign:   Sharks infest these waters,   Swimmers beware.
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Nov 28, 2012
Nov 28, 2012 at 11:28 PM UTC
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