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A dinner out with myself - poem
A dinner out Yesterday I had a dinner with myself. I sat at an empty table fixed for 8 7 of them were imaginary, and I thought I was real yet Just before the desserts I woke up There were none alive I was talking to the blonde who had a generous smile She shared her Pearls and diamonds on her plate with everyone else who dine Empty dinner table Her friend who was not tall at all giggled all the time Her cat eyes were fixed on a handsome dark friend of mine Who had 3 kids
Jul 162 min read
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