a woman keeps staring at me
from across the room,
we lock eyes,
she's very pretty, young.
a beautiful girl.
finally she gets up and makes
her way over
to the table where
i'm sitting with my friends.
i tell them to slide
over, give me some room,
i'm about to hit the dance
floor and shake my booty.
dang, i still got it.
the girl comes to the table
as i slide out,
and says, i'm so sorry for
staring at you mister,
but you look just like
my father. he passed away
last year. he was 87, but
you look exactly like him.
can i give you a hug?
i miss him so much.
i just wanted to say hello
and tell you that. have a nice
evening.
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