{"id":555,"date":"2008-05-26T03:10:04","date_gmt":"2008-05-26T03:10:04","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/?p=555"},"modified":"2014-09-10T03:12:17","modified_gmt":"2014-09-10T03:12:17","slug":"a-smile-unseen-at-night","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/a-smile-unseen-at-night\/","title":{"rendered":"A Smile Unseen At Night"},"content":{"rendered":"<div align=\"center\"><span style=\"font-family: times new roman; font-size: x-large;\"><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/image.guim.co.uk\/sys-images\/Society\/Pix\/pictures\/2007\/12\/11\/1prostitute.jpg\" alt=\"\" \/><\/span><\/div>\n<div align=\"center\"><\/div>\n<div align=\"center\">A smile by us unseen<br \/>\nIn the darkness of night<br \/>\nA stranger greets a stranger<br \/>\nWho has come into sight<br \/>\nBut the stranger he stops not<br \/>\nOr dallies for a while<br \/>\nHe knows unless he has money<br \/>\nThere no point in returning the smile<br \/>\nAnd a few yards behind him<br \/>\nAnother man by walks<br \/>\nAt whom the lady smiles<br \/>\nAnd him, he stops and talks<br \/>\nA moment from life on the city<br \/>\nWhere the women walk the street<br \/>\nAnd friendship and sex is for sale<br \/>\nTo every man they meet<br \/>\nAnd in these proserous times<br \/>\nWe seek it an industry to make<br \/>\nHow can we call ourselves civilised<br \/>\nWhen a womans dignity we forsake?<\/div>\n<div align=\"center\"><span style=\"font-family: times new roman; font-size: x-large;\"><span style=\"font-family: times new roman; font-size: x-large;\"><span style=\"font-size: small;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>A smile by us unseen In the darkness of night A stranger greets a stranger Who has come into sight But the stranger he stops not Or dallies for a while He knows unless he has money There no point in returning the smile And a few yards behind him &#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_feature_clip_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false},"categories":[7],"tags":[647,808,809],"class_list":["post-555","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-life","tag-ladies-of-the-night","tag-prostitution","tag-red-light-district","column","twocol"],"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p7EI4f-8X","jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"jetpack-related-posts":[{"id":3149,"url":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/in-paris-town\/","url_meta":{"origin":555,"position":0},"title":"In Paris Town","author":"Tom\u00e1s \u00d3 C\u00e1rthaigh","date":"30th August 2013","format":false,"excerpt":"In Paris town lives a lady Maybe drinks coffee in a cafe Dark hair, nice smile, long legs Well it is I remember her If her today I saw And into her eyes looked Shed look at me unknowing For she would not know me And if her eyes were\u2026","rel":"","context":"In &quot;Love Poems&quot;","block_context":{"text":"Love Poems","link":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/category\/love-poems\/"},"img":{"alt_text":"Paris Cafe Lady","src":"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.writingsinrhyme.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/08\/Paris-Cafe-Lady.jpg?resize=350%2C200","width":350,"height":200},"classes":[]},{"id":1424,"url":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/skopje-at-night\/","url_meta":{"origin":555,"position":1},"title":"Skopje At Night","author":"Tom\u00e1s \u00d3 C\u00e1rthaigh","date":"28th January 2012","format":false,"excerpt":"The ladies are very friendly In the carpark outside the hotel If your interested and have money For you all will be well... 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