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| Three schoolgirls trudge along the street Encumbered both by summer heat And weight of bookbags on their backs. They wedge their hands under the packs In fantasy that some stray breeze Will circulate to slightly ease The burden. None arrives. They cast A glance at standers-by, feign vast Contempt for boys who swerve to see The passing female scenery. Young women toss their ponytails, Converse until the pretense fails, Then turn to look back at the same Young men who must now play the game And act as though they fail to spy The girls' inspection. Both sides try To nonchalantly disengage. But sweat and sun and summer's rage Have melted coyness, softened will, Dissolved the mating ritual, Left neither party strength to pose. A shrug and 'See ya' serve to close The interaction. So they go. |
Sunday, November 19, 2000 at 13:48:11 (EST) = 2000-11-19
(correlates: Face Plant, PretenseAndLackThereof, FallingPrey, ...)