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The
Discussion Drifted
The discussion drifted into
If only the speed of the
Good times could be
Be slowed to that
Of the ho-hum,
Would we
Have more fun,
You know good friends,
Good eating, good drinks,
Good conversation, good laughs,
When time seems to fly so fast and
Before you know it it’s over and everyone
Has gone on their way,
The happy echoes
Are done and
The glasses sit
With smudged
Empty looks
On their
Faces.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
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