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There it was
on the kitchen bench...
The house is beginning
to echo now...
The pavement their pitch
a busker and an addict...
A musty shoebox
letters tied with faded bow...
on a cobbled street
the aroma of fresh bread...
Do not put my love on ebay...it is not for sale and has no price tag attached... |
I am an eternal student of the University of Life. |