Stopped By

 

John, Denise stopped by

And said to say hello,

No message, just hello,

Perhaps a lover’s secret

Mission to a meeting,

She hung around for

Some time and left

Behind a quartet of

Late night coffee drinkers,

I wonder how many people

Stop by to say hello

And no one’s there

To meet them,

All ready to unfold

And there’s no one there

To greet them,

I suppose if one

Didn`t understand magnets

It would seem strange

How we pursue

That difficult piece of ass

And pass on so many

Willing, easy ones.

 

Stephen Nesbitt ©

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