If I smell like hay and coal oil,
It's because I've been in your barn.
I remember us burning bank statements
And playing cards there.
You fed me olives,
Which I don't like,
And the way you smirked,
Made me wonder if you knew that.
Did you get a kick out of watching me eat olives?
I will return your smirk
And raise you a smile,
But the next time we play poker in your barn,
I'm going to wear a lot more clothes
And bring my own snacks,
Or will that take all the fun out of it
For both of us?
-jenn
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