Meeting JoyceA Poem by IndaSomething simple.Meeting Joyce
With bloodshot eyes she said, "Hello my name is Joyce, What’s yours?" I lied and said, "Mine’s Billy.", She heard a crackle in my voice, smiled and said, “I’m tired Billy.” I said, “You’re also pretty.” And she laughed. © 2012 Inda |
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Added on December 22, 2012 Last Updated on December 22, 2012 |

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