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Sep 2013
The lipstick on the glass only reminded her
That her windshield wipers didn't work.
She never had owned an umbrella.
That guy at the end of the bar probably won't talk to her
And the bartender will talk too much.
Somehow this was supposed to make her feel better
But drinking alone in a bar is still drinking alone.
Ellen Bee
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Ellen Bee  North Carolina
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