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Body Language
The constant elbow lady,
Loud and boisterous
At our feasted table,
Dominates the airwaves
South of the polished bar

Where the silent and calm
Bar Lass-tender works alone
Short, stilled, and observant,
Her arms lowered aside
Employed to attend patrons
Not there, but here

Where the elbowed breath
0f our table lady is close enough
To inhale, whose moved arms
Keep poking us two drinkers
Next to her as she loudly laughs,
Jutting her elbows about like batons
And guffaws with her many
Bodied words.

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