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Oct 2012
Cold street, warm pub,
slits like neon--warm up,
smile from chin to jeans,
a warm V, warms me,
sour beer, sweet waitress,
a sad and teased egress.

I form a V with my digits,
and give it a kiss,
exhale hot into air that's frigid.
if only sweet waitress.
Keith J Collard
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Keith J Collard  42/M/Dedham, MA
(42/M/Dedham, MA)   
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