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Bench

It was a pretty standard bench;

the same one in the catalogs

with golden lillies

engraved right into the plaque

on the back rest

 

But Oh, how I loved

to sit there for hours

just kicking my feet back

and forth

watching the cars go by

 

He sat there once too

beneath the moon

and under the oak trees

in all his galant glory

I was ashamed;

but he was beautiful

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liz-devine
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Aug 5, 2014
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