We met at the café, near the church,
Where lovers meet for sin,
I mean, for appam and stew.
She knew what I meant,
A chaperon stood #sentinel,
It was a tight fit at the table for two.
In life,
That drag through muck of tedium,
The haphazard promises a rare jig.
#vss365
from
https://justoneavatar.blogspot.com/2014/04/love-luck.html
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