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I sat and I wondered, to myself in my head, what shall I do before going to bed? "There's not much day left; there's no time ...

Friday, June 3, 2011

Poem 231: Portland's Pool People

They arrived in tall black heels
hair pulled back and crimped and curled
dresses blowing in the breeze
sunshine warming face and knees.
We were there, already poised
watching, waiting, us four boys
for them to come, but when they did
It was a game we couldn't win.
Us boys we aimed our pool cues
and when we hit, those girls they knew
that all our aim would leave us if
they looked our way and blew a kiss.
So when the score was added up
girls 23, boys 2.6
they walked away proud to have won
but though we lost, us boys has fun!

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