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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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