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Fumble at the Lounge (Free verse) by Rodavlas
Sprawled out on the couch
Dreaming, sulking, smiling a pout.
Dazing into a trance I wonder what?
I turn to her, she doesn't budge.
Wide-eyed perfection.
Does she need affection?
Feebishly showing her shoulders
I breathlessly watch without her notice.
Ashamed of my position, ashamed of my class
I sit in the corner and I fumble the pass.
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Arithmetic Mean: 6.75
Weighted score: 5.4706473
Overall Rank: 2842
Posted: June 27, 2004 10:06 AM PDT; Last modified: June 27, 2004 10:06 AM PDT
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