a penny for your thoughts,
she says
to me with her specs on her
nose,
sipping her first
Friday glass
of chardonnay, ice cold.
hmmm, I answer,
you don't want to know.
she winks,
and say,
maybe I do, maybe I don't.
i'm just wondering,
fast,
or slow.
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