Lawrence Hall
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A Little Lady Smoking a Big Cigar
In the drive-through line at Jenny’s Fried Chicken
Middle-aged, petite, wearing
a pixie-cut
Dangly earrings and old blue
overalls
And a frown on her face, she
left her car
And walked around it
disapprovingly
Her inspection complete, she
stepped back in
But she still wasn’t happy
with the world
Given the defiant angle of
her cigar
A thrust against all
importunities
Her smoke was a warning to
all: you’d best keep clear
And I don’t know why (I
didn’t dare ask)
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