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The Boot
Walking past The Boot tonight
a warm but sunless dusk
The door was open wide
drinkers shuffling and spilling out
I think of that favourite friend
who brought me here five years ago
We played some pool, supped our beer
as he talked of his dilemma
His partner wanted children
but regrettably, he did not
she gave him ultimatums
and he wasn’t sure what to do
When the world stopped for...
Thursday 10th August 2023 5:08 pm
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