Thread: walk in and have a seat game
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no other than
the said tavernmaid
when she brought
bread, butter'n beer
to m'table where
customers asked for
news and gossip
from the foreign
shores where the
international press still
threatened bar tendors
to write whatever
bar tab amounts
one may come
when you order
a tall cool
but passionate stranger
to join the
walk down the
first'n second time
through the metal-detector
to check out
pots and pans
in case there
were alarms that
sent out signals
someone could track
from the smallest
whisper to the
mystery from behind
the waving curtain
The view was
of a landscape
so beautiful that
even the meanest
person looked like
she could holiday
with almost anything
in her suitcase
but because she
forgot her only
pair of shoes
she ran out
wearing only slippers
, armored trousers, and
ribbons in her
battered hope chest
to the crowd's
suprise , she also
sported fur-lined eyeglasses
