 Blog PostsFriends      | Ode to the vending machineI feel my nerves building as I walk down the hall,I see her leaning up against the wall, I can't help but to look as she whispers softly, "I'm only a dollar," pushing my hand past the lint ball, and pencil, I find some change, only two dimes, She teases me as she whispers to others walking by, I set my gaze forward and walk away, maybe I will get Lays tomorrow. |
