a pretty girl's smile
in a crowded subway car
on Monday morning—
come on, old rest-of-the-day,
what have you got to offer?
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You get smiles, I get sick people breathing on me. Life is so not fair! :)
Posted by:aurora | March 27, 2008 at 08:37 PM
(smile)
Posted by:Felicia | March 29, 2008 at 01:22 PM
The nicest thing a pretty girl can do is to smile in the general direction of a harmless old man. I suspect it builds up one's immunity to what those sick people are breathing out. Anyway, it feels like that.
Posted by:Bill Kenney | March 29, 2008 at 02:07 PM