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This is when I first say you...

It was a busy saturday night, you came up to the bar and I looked up to let you know I'd be right with you as I poured some lemon drops to the sloshed bachlorette and her annoying maid of honor (I know this cause read across her chest in pink iron on letters her glorious title)...

I ment your eyes mine it shot down in my body.... I almost fumbled my shaker...

I bit my lip and asked your order.

Tracey -

I like the title and the tone very much. I don't like the typos (sorry, I'm a pain like that), and I'm not sure about the format. It would help to know your intention: Do you mean this as a poem? As part of a memoir? Creative nonfiction? Context would help this reader.

Oh, and welcome to the monkey tree - EEP!

Speedklls -

sorry about the typos... its not because i am lazy.. its on purpose. i havent decided what to do with this... i am thinking its going to be a fictonal something...

i dont really know the classifications of work... i do know a hikui has 5 7 5 but i never really was introduced to the format so for now its a fictional something...

Thanks for the comments.

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Deanna: on Jul. 18 2007
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Monkeys: There are no monkeys here. If you're looking for monkeys, go away. Well, actually there are monkeys, but they're of the hairless variety that writes poetry and such. If that's not what you're looking for move along.

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