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Arm in arm they walked in
Faces beaming with joy
Like sunflowers in the morning
One long in the tooth
Another like spring chick
They go to their usual spot

“Mheshimiwa,what do I get you?”
“3King George V and a snap pack”
His hands are all over his prey
“It seems like a good night”
“Hahaha yes here is my card”
For weeks now its the routine
Friday nights at The Jezebel’s

They were like chalk and cheese
She was pouring water into a sieve
How is this even justifiable?
What happened to old and gold?
Does he have children?
Is this against her will?

The night rolled as he buttered her
His belly bigger than himself
While she danced to his tune
They were the party’s life and soul
The clock was ticking away
Soon it will be time to leave

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