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A covey of old men perch on a concrete park bench. Their wattled bob - their heads nod. It is warm enough to be without shirts, and they watch the young men who are - remembering when they could. They are too aged to wolf-whistle, dry lips peel in the light of day; but they appreciate every curve and ***** Pecking at morsels of life, they spend the hours of their afternoons.
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Jul 22, 2015
Jul 22, 2015 at 10:47 AM UTC
Old Men Sitting
A covey of old men perch on a concrete park bench. Their wattled bob - their heads nod. It is warm enough to be without shirts, and they watch the young men who are - remembering when they could. They are too aged to wolf-whistle, dry lips peel in the light of day; but they appreciate every curve and ***** Pecking at morsels of life, they spend the hours of their afternoons.
They gather at the park to smoke and spit and cuss out whoever is on their list for the day.
sherry-asbury
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Jul 22, 2015
Jul 22, 2015 at 10:47 AM UTC
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