{"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":"
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A smile by us unseen
\nIn the darkness of night
\nA stranger greets a stranger
\nWho has come into sight
\nBut the stranger he stops not
\nOr dallies for a while
\nHe knows unless he has money
\nThere no point in returning the smile
\nAnd a few yards behind him
\nAnother man by walks
\nAt whom the lady smiles
\nAnd him, he stops and talks
\nA moment from life on the city
\nWhere the women walk the street
\nAnd friendship and sex is for sale
\nTo every man they meet
\nAnd in these proserous times
\nWe seek it an industry to make
\nHow can we call ourselves civilised
\nWhen a womans dignity we forsake?<\/div>\n
\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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 …<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"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_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p7EI4f-8X","jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"jetpack-related-posts":[{"id":416,"url":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/hands\/","url_meta":{"origin":555,"position":0},"title":"Hands","author":"Tom\u00e1s \u00d3 C\u00e1rthaigh","date":"2nd April 2013","format":false,"excerpt":"On skin, they run, hands warm, voice soft Relax, enjoy, time it is yours But beer is dear, and time is money When you enjoy the company of whores. 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