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the waiter
The waiter
The girl from yesterday came into my café
I served her slowly on my waiter`s flat feet
She had coffee and a bun gave me ten pence
In tips ,she read a paper, smoked a cigarette
Then left without saying good-bye
And that was it let yesterday sleep waking
Up the past serves no one
The girl from yesterday came into my café
I served her slowly on my waiter`s flat feet
She had coffee and a bun gave me ten pence
In tips ,she read a paper, smoked a cigarette
Then left without saying good-bye
And that was it let yesterday sleep waking
Up the past serves no one
Published 5th Dec 2016
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5th Dec 2016 2:23pm
those yesterday girls,
they are always like that.
your final line is a spectacle of poetry...
they are always like that.
your final line is a spectacle of poetry...
5th Dec 2016 7:40pm
