It's true. We sit at opposite ends of the table of Life. You nibble hors d'oeuvre, while I sip coffee, with an After Eight. We share a plate of friendship, But order from separate bills of fare. When it's time to go, you'll settle your bill, I mine. We'll exit by the same door, I earlier, you in your own time.
8.5.16 5.40 pm.
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