swam a few laps wore myself out took an afternoon nap refreshed with a shower powered and perfumed and combed out my hair
slid my pedicure feet into summer sandals ironed my blouse and breezy silk skirt matched all the colors with lacy lingerie opened a bottle of crisp chardonnay
sipped it slow on the back patio watched the birds and other hill creatures yep, I got all dressed up and there’s no place to go
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Reviewed by * ashura (Reader)
Reviewed on June 5, 2004
Aww! Now that's sad. One reason I never dress up ... just in case I've nowhere to go. Nicely written. Tight, with no waste. Good job.
michael
Reviewed by Thomas Lanechanger (Reader)
Reviewed on June 5, 2004
Good write, Poet. Sometimes you just have to take the bull by the horns.
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Sometimes it's okay, and others its a lonely road.