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Jun 28
The rocks on the bluff were waiting
The tide rushed in and out
The gulls knew their poetess was coming
They got treats and fish, leaving me be
A neighbor said Come join us
Get a manicure and chat
She left the beach
Never do coffee
Never do manicures
You will never know how great being a loner is
Term in Yiddish is Yenta
Not me or my style
Written by
Maddy  F/East Coast
(F/East Coast)   
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