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the café owner
Contributed by
Jan_Oskar_Hansen
on
Tuesday, 13th August 2002 @ 10:11:27 AM in AEST
Topic:
Lifepoems
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The caf Owner
The girls have been to the beach,
hair still wet scenting of the sea
I shall not see again, now they are
in my caf drinking orange juice,
freshly squeezed, giggling and
talking about the boys they have
met, passing cruel judgment about
those of them they didnt like.
Clearing tables, washing cups and
saucers I pretend not to hear their
happy chirping. Sweet regrets I feel
so ponderous and heavy, my ankles
hurt and I have miles to walk before
closing time. Suddenly they are gone,
like flamingos taking off in unison,
but they do turn smile and wave.
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2002-08-13 10:11:27]
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Re: the café owner
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by Suzy on
Tuesday, 13th August 2002 @ 03:17:24 PM AEST
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I always find your poetry so interesting...another good one from you...
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