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Jun 2019
Despite what they say
the mind is more
reckless than the heart,
ready to climb aboard
any passing distraction,
waving over it’s shoulder at you
as it stands you up at this table
staring vacantly at the waitress
with the red headband
but it could have just as easily been
the old man in the corner
eating chocolate ice cream alone
or for that matter
the dog ******* on the corner
of the rain drenched street
or this fly investigating itself
in the mirrored coffee jug,
each one deserving
a love song of their own.
Written by
Tom Harding
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     Fawn
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