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Subject:		Brief Encounter
Name:		Jb
Date Posted:		Aug 18, 04 - 1:29 AM
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Message:		Brief Encounter. An uneasy glance across the room. A second glance, none to soon, She's looking at me, thats for sure, She's very smart, with much allure. The guys she's with, seems to care, His arm around a waist that's bare, She turns him, with his back to me, Her eyes just say, she can be free. An uneasy wriggle in my seat, Where and when, can we meet? Who is she then, and what her name? I sure enjoy this flirting game. I reach the bar and get a drink, Then ask the barmen, who,s that in pink? He shrugs his shoulders, nonchalantly, I havn't a clue who she can be. Im heading back to my seat, Her lovely perfume my nostrils meet, I think he's twigged it, I saw him glance, Our obvious glances spoiling the chance. He kinda heads her to the door, She gives that look, whats this for? My stomach sinks we've lost our chance, My brief encounter has no romance. JB©© Brief Encounter. An uneasy glance across the room. A second glance, none to soon, Shes looking at me, thats for sure, Shes very smart, with much allure. The guys shes with, seems to care, His arm around a waist thats bare, She turns him, with his back to me, Her eyes just say , she can be free. An uneasy wriggle in my seat, Where and when, can we meet? Who is she then, and what her name? I sure enjoy this flirting game. I reach the bar and get a drink, Then ask the barmen, whos that in pink, He shrugs his shoulders, nonchalantly, I havnt a clue , who she can be. Im heading back to my seat, Her lovely perfume my nostrils meet, I think hes twigged it, I saw him glance, Our obvious glances , spoiling the chance. He kinda heads her to the door, She gives that look, whats this for? My stomach sinks weve lost our chance, My brief encounter has no romance. JB©© Paula brig Search here for your web-hosting provider. Compare rates and services. Click here! Search here for your web-hosting provider. Compare rates and services. Click here!

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