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As I sit at The Smith this afternoon,
Expecting Great Nephew to arrive rather soon,
Perusing all persons aline at the bar,
From whence they may hail, Whoever they are?
And what spear of destiny summoned them here?
Merely a drink? What else might they share?
Young faces .some pretty...some a bit plain,
Have they chanced here just now, Or again and
again?
All abuzz with excitement,
Unassuming and dear,
Clean unlined faces, still fragrant hair,
That's why I wait here,
No table for me,
Of course for the food, but really to see,
To see and recapture,
And inhale their youth,
To spy on their rapture,
And search for their truth,
For me just the scent,
Is nourishment.
The wine and the food, but quicken the mood.
And yes! This is fun! I've not missed a one,
I dream, I sit, write a poem, use some wit,
And now for the fare,
David is here!
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