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Restaurants Dialouge |
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SlowlyFallAway Member
since 2008-08-29
Posts 279North Carolina |
You waste your time like table scraps Throwing away what you can't get back Placing re-orders but the prices never change Choosing different entrees but the taste remains the same Looking at the bill as if the price will go away You slip a simple smile in hopes the one across will pay Sitting, forcing small talk, as the daylight fades to gray They lock the doors for closing up but you would rather stay And so it goes you sit alone, and think not but to pray Yet so much like those table scraps Your life becomes a waste November 3rd 2009 Emily Shives |
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AncientHippie Member
since 2009-10-15
Posts 411Surfing the Cosmic Flow |
Heavy piece of work, Emily. Makes strong my resolve to eat at home! Captures well a lonely individual in a mundane, and somewhat dreary, life and eatery. Very sad. Jim "We are stardust: we are golden: and we've got to get ourselves back to the garden." --Joni Mitchell "Woodstock" |
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