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My turn to order.

There she sits. 
Legs crossed. 
The heels on her feet fit. 

A Long jacket accentuates her curves. 
Matching her short skirt. 
A fine pair of legs showing. 

She is texting away. 
Her facials betraying alot. 
More than the emoticons she's taping on. 

She seems unbothered by time. 
Nor do her surrounding matter. 
All is well but for her calls going unanswered. 

Her order gets served. 
A plate of chips and soda. 
Its my turn to order. 

Script n Rhyme 
by 
(c) Shedyk 2015 

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