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      <title>She had Me at &#39;Duh&#39;</title>
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;To the woman in the green dress: Oklahoma City, December 24th…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;She had me between &amp;lsquo;duh&amp;rsquo; -
and the nonchalant, sultry blur
of her unruly hair; and the pouty,
smouldering incandescence of
her blood red lips; shimmering
life-like in the dull, barely there
blues and reds and flickering
purples of the BeeJay&amp;rsquo;s mirror ball.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;We were like two large -
lumps of rock; boulders locked
in the unwilling, eternal waltz
of gravity; stuck in distant orbits
around the crowded dance floor
like as around a stranded, listless star.
In the interludes between the
mindless drone of the DJ&amp;rsquo;s songs,
and the rude, insistent scratch
of his beatbox our eyes
weave and bob, like corks
floating in a sea of ice cold beer.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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