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About This Poem
The Game
I see a woman who is stunning,
standing across the room.
I know I will have to be cunning,
this is what I presume.
I sensuously approach her,
that is how the story is told.
From my pocket I recover,
a paper bag that I unfold.
Seductively, I catch her eye,
bag placed in her hand outspread.
Puzzled, she wonders why,
for tonight to put over my head.
She smiles, I know I've won the game,
these humorous tactics that I proclaim.
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