Can You Tell a Story in 73?

True story, happened yesterday afternoon. Rolling up to the lobby, ready in my warm sweater, to switch into a transport van for a doctor’s appointment. I make no apology for trying to look my best, hair and makeup done including lipstick – need my lips colored, otherwise I’m too pale. The maintenance man was sitting in his exclusive perch, started to rave about my lips. No verse but statements. Others there, embarrassing!

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Can You Tell A Story…