YOU CARRY A
FORK AND SPOON?
You carry a fork and spoon like I
wear a pencil and pen. That pretty
girl at the table handed me still
another - some advertising pen
with drivel about renting cars. Then
she came over, to smile. Again.
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Man, I could have written a book,
right then, just to use up some ink
so she'd have to come back. Just
like that, another magical moment
no old man should encounter.
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