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And I Never Knew Her Name
She bit into the green apple with perfect white teeth.
Is her hair really that shade of red? I suspend disbelief.
Smartly dressed she stands, all the world her stage.
Happily serving anyone coffee she earns her wage.
She sees all life going on, smilingly serving drinks all day.
She must have heard it all, chatted up in every possible way.
Managing to look like the coffees she sel...
Tuesday 11th January 2022 6:50 pm
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