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The train creeps slowly on the track

Cars shudder

Passengers mutter

The subway's jammed

Bodies slammed

Belly to back.

Garbage crunches underfoot

Spilled coffee stains my boot.

But on my right with perfumed hair

A blond delight stands tall and fair.

Brain besotted by her scent

Some primal instinct fuels belief

To my advance she might consent.

The train brakes

a nodding man awakes and

lurches to the exit. The angel

turns on me a smile so gay

I think...this is my lucky day!

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My heart skips a beat

But then, spying my hair of gray...

with deference she steps aside

and shattering my silly pride

offers me the empty seat.

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