EW

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EW

Your parents had seats

I could find

with ease on

the fifty yard line of the

blue side of orange

and blue. The last time

we met, you

said I had

not changed, and I said

“well was I

supposed to?”  You shrugged,

informed me

you had been

running a tanning booth in

Gainesville for years.  There

Was the time we hung out:

pajama

party

at Thyrza’s, your soft eyes,

thin body

quietly

beckoning the select few,

nevermore

than two-a-month in

order to give each

his chance to

qualify for inclusion

on your list

of potential life

mates.  Still bachelorette?

Copyright, Doug Stuber, 2013. Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this blog’s author and/or owner is strictly prohibited. Excerpts and links may be used, provided that full and clear credit is given, and with appropriate and specific direction to the original content.

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