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Sep 2019
Ordering a drink.
      I really need that empty glass.  

The lights are slow.   The pace
                        is dim.    The room
         has a sense of non about it.
A piano man plays
                    tuneless  songs.        
Dancers…
                               …don’t.
                    
                   And couples    stare    
            slowly
     past each other.
I kept trying to tag a positive end on this poem, and every time I did it told me to F' off and get back to work
Written by
Jeff Lewis  64/M/Earth
(64/M/Earth)   
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