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Old programming Dies Hard
Old Programming Dies Hard
That sound,
the twist
of a bottle cap,
that's all
it took
and her eyes
avalanched the terrain
for faces,
muscles,
clothing,
elegance,
assurance,
insurance,
and a room.
The tickle tack
toy boy search
had begun.
Her waiter
and drink arrived,
and she said,
"Look
at his shoulders!"
"That's what
I'm talking
about."
"L.O.O.K."
"Look!"
50 years
of bar stools.
Look.
That sound,
the twist
of a bottle cap,
that's all
it took
and her eyes
avalanched the terrain
for faces,
muscles,
clothing,
elegance,
assurance,
insurance,
and a room.
The tickle tack
toy boy search
had begun.
Her waiter
and drink arrived,
and she said,
"Look
at his shoulders!"
"That's what
I'm talking
about."
"L.O.O.K."
"Look!"
50 years
of bar stools.
Look.
Published 19th Sep 2023
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