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The Funk Revisited
We sat around sampling sips
Of coffee blends on a Sunday
That was so much quieter
Than usual, almost an eerie
Day from a week we had
Never experienced before.
Bernie was back, but he wasn’t,
Heather was still horny as hell,
Guillaume had a steady lover
And no one saw him much
Anymore, except for glimpses
At Thrifty’s or Save On Foods,
Shopping with his pretty lady
For fancy fresh things for
The late night French suppers
He was almost famous for,
Joyce went on about the
Blouse she was wearing
That she bought at Fields
In sixty-six and hadn’t been
Able to find one like it since,
I
wondered how your
Sunday was going and what
Would happen if you
Happened
to step in
Unexpectedly for a coffee.
Stephen Nesbitt © .
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