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Wanna play ping-pong? Sept. 21, 2024

  • Gary Hunter
  • Sep 20, 2024
  • 1 min read

an intriguing text from a

70 something widow to a

72-year-old gay guy

 

she’s a new friend I planted a

mango for who also writes stories

lives alone in a big house with a pool

and tennis court and though childless

was a child psychologist in her day

 

Ah  sure  sometime   we could try it

I’m afraid my answer hedged towards

the caution light of uncommitted yellow

 

now I’m thinking it could be a date

of more than chit-chat  giggles

and ball chasing

 

that maybe our words

could become a stream to follow 

a waterfall to watch 

 

a beverage I’ve never had before

 
 
 

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