The Stream

Pit brown, eddies like molasses

Trout, their underbellies speckled

with mottled brown marks swim

inside a subterranean world

Ceaseless the water runs

Never the same pattern

As in life the moment passes

and can never be lived again.

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It is a meeting place, this coffee house of ours

The atmosphere is friendly and relaxed,

And it is popular with everyone.

Its tables and the chairs are a mixture of styles and ages:

Metal or wood or comfy arm chairs, and benches

They must have come from an auction!

There is a full bookcase half way up the stairs

There are newspapers in a rack

Some customers read while they ...

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Come on Eileen is not really you
Tell us more Eileen, is probably more true
With a life well lived and tales to tell
Life will be lesser now you're not here for the tell
Not quite a son, but a son-in-law
You once said we're close, we think so alike
You explained that we're both observers of people and life 
Maybe sit in the margin to listen and learn
Well I learned from you with your spark...

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