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That woman passed this window
Straw jammed in mouth, frightened eyes spinning about
As if she were suspicious of what was inside

She looked like a "Chardonnay"
The wine's classy aftertaste
Mixed with American fries and ketchup
Oh, America...
(That's her daughter)

From 500 meters away,
I can hear her straw as it tumbles
Empty
Across the pavement