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Mar 2017
From Cold Tea Blues
            Cowboy Junkies

He brought her
hot coffee
each morning.
He poured her
a glass of wine
each evening.

Now, she sits
on a barstool
with another,
sipping martinis
and eating
green olives.

He stares at his
cup of tea as it
slowly grows cold
Along with his hopes.
Written by
robert manchester  concord, nh
(concord, nh)   
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