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Dan Provost
A Dull Night
She'll enter the bar
alone…
And all the fellas will stumble over
themselves as
their heads snap towards the slamming
of the door…
One guy will lecture about
morality just loud
enough for her to hear…
He'll suck in his gut
and roll up his sleeves
and hope to touch a soft
spot …
Another guy will play
the "I'm above it all"
bit and say nothing…
Quietly sipping his
Bud and observing all
the other patrons who
strive for the little girl's
affections…
Then, one man will smile at
her-plotting his move like
a Cheetah plotting
his kill…
He'll slowly pace his
steps towards her-then ask if
she would like a drink…
The crowd noise dulls…
The anticipation swells…
She'll say "No thanks" and leave…
The Game continues…
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