What Is A Ring
There he sits, at the end of the bar. Thoughts of his wife, have gone quite far. She spots him,from out on the floor. She knows if she tries. Few drink, they're out the door. He catches her staring, the feeling is mutual. He knows after the drinks begins the weekend ritual. The bar become noisy and hazy with smoke. It takes no time for her to be broke. He pays for the drinks, puts his hand on her back. Leads her to the door, for gentlmenliness, he's got the knack. He drives them to her small, country home. She takes out her key it flashed bright chrome. His wife is home preagnant, 2 months to go. She's getting quite worried, her face it will show. It doesn't really matter, he still does his thing. His vows were a lie, so What Is A Ring??? Written March 23rd, 2002 © on Mar 23 2002 06:31 AM PST 0 • 10
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"There he sits, at..."