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The Restaurant Table

Sad and lonely...
People are gone...
Leftover scraps
Of lunch and fun.

Crumpled napkin...
A half full glass...
An empty plate...
And cigar ash.

Waitress comes to
take them away...
Washes my face...
Once more...I wait.

SpiritWolf
06-10-01

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