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Apr 25
"WHAT DE. . ?"

the chairs eyed each other up
each waiting for the other to make a move

the table just stood there
not wanting
to get involved

the painting
turned its face
to the wall

the window pretended
to look

the door thought
it was an open &
shut case

the phone
went to say something but
changed its mind

"Tick..!" commented the clock
but never tocked
shut its mouth again

then the first chair
breaking the tension

the chairs
all amigos once again
thick as thieves

the room relaxed
the flowers smiled
the curtains danced with a breeze

". . .tock!" said the clock
blue in the face

when I walked in
I could sense something had happened
that hadn't happened

the room said nothing
I looked at the room looking at me
the room stayed sthum
Donall Dempsey
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Donall Dempsey  Guildford
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