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The Dinner

I set the table; I did not. The pourer did. The poor did not. The seats are cold; merlot is warm. The pourer asks; there are replies, sips, guzzles, sighs, manners. I am satisfied as each one’s drunk. The pourer leaps from spot to spot, wincing, squinting, craving approval. I smile; I nod; with each intonation, accent, sound of a lady and a gentleman. The table is set quite elaborate; each course, choice: salad, pork, dessert. The hour becomes late; drunkenness from each glass poured. I am satisfied by the pourer; rich with the scent of merlot and more. He’s the only one left of my friends. The seats are cold; he is warm.

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Date: 3/22/2025 7:59:00 PM
Yes, what an effortless flow of language you've penned here, Kim. It moooooves me! Excelsior! ~ Gershon
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Kim Rodrigues
Date: 3/22/2025 8:31:00 PM
Thank you so much! You encourage me!
Date: 3/22/2025 12:21:00 PM
A very lonely feel to this- this is some people's life.... beautiful flow of language
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Kim Rodrigues
Date: 3/22/2025 1:01:00 PM
Thank you! Came from an old timey scene.

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