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The hostess drags the guests
into the ballroom and breastfeeds them
with cheek kisses,
drinks and celebrities.

On the waiter's tray
dry martinis, toothpickled olives
lean against a glassy railing
and the bottom.
where the orchestra still plays.

The lyrics rise to the surface,
trapped in smokey bubbles.

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