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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
Boots 3
On the cold winters morning thermal boots are pulled on
The radio announced…ground frost and the promise of snow later in the day
And yet she is happy…
Happy because she is doing what she loves
The market is freezing in December
Icy winds blow and there is no sunlight to warm frozen hands
It’s the people you see
Fellow workers on the market, pleased to see her
Customers sto...
Tuesday 4th February 2020 10:57 am
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